He was terrified that the elf's next sentence would be, "There's no hope."
Illiya didn't notice the demons' shifting moods. As he began to speak about magic, his entire demeanor became focused. The confidence ingrained in his very bones made him appear even more radiant.
"This is my plan: I intend to use an ice-type magic scroll to create an environment imbued entirely with ice magic, then pair it with a time scroll to rapidly accelerate the Ice Flower's growth."
N'zall and Ke'Oth looked utterly confused. They didn't fully understand what he meant.
Using an ice-type magic scroll to simulate a suitable habitat for the Ice Flower, and then using a time scroll to speed up time? Help—individually they understood the words, but put together like this, it made no sense to them!
Could this kind of operation even work?
As magic illiterates, they were naturally doubtful.
