Chapter Forty One: The Magical Twig

The Ghost handed him what he has been searching for his whole life, right after the death of their causes and the birth of the Agreement. Once, he searched his soul to get this magical twig, and being separated from it was painful to bear, albeit a necessary event in the process of self-determination.

It was right there in its rightful box, and seeing his magical twig for the first time after all these years rekindled his oath to defend humanity. It was a great feeling.

"Are you ready for this, all these years?" the Ghost asked him. "The power of your magical twig deeply seeps inside me, I can tell you that."

Eliot nodded. "I have waited all these years for this moment," he said. "I have never been more excited. I've thought this moment will never come."

He stared at it one last time. Drawing enough courage, he took the magical twig from the box and admired its form. It has not changed a bit. Now, he holds it like a magic wand, and pointed it in the corner of the room. He gave it a quick flick, and an elemental mouse appeared from it.

"It has begun," he said.

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