"Anything else?" Death inquired. He knew the impending conclusion, yet expressed a desire for a final transaction.
Pho looked at Rhys critically, his blank white eyes scanning him with precision.
"You have offensive capability now," Pho said. "Defensive equipment. Accessories to enhance your magic and keep you alive. The only thing missing is actual skill and knowledge."
"Thanks," Rhys said dryly.
Sylph's green glow appeared briefly near his shoulder, her tiny form materializing just long enough to add, "He's not wrong, though. All this equipment won't help if you don't know how to use it effectively."
Then she disappeared back inside him, conserving energy.
"However," Pho continued, "there is one more thing that would be useful. A training manual. Something that teaches proper integration of wind, water, and lightning magic."
