"Yes, that's a blessing indeed," William paused, as he sat on the ground, prepared to train and rest, "between, are you alright? Your voice is getting weaker."
"Don't mind me, just focus on doing what you need," the golden spirit seemed pretty annoyed about what it was doing, and yet it never thought about stopping, "if we fail here, both of us will struggle for the rest of our lives! No time to rest, no time to play it safe. We need to keep taking risks one after another."
"Got it," William couldn't get much of the reasons and logic behind the golden spirit actions, but he was sure the golden spirit meant well here. If they lost the black fox lair, William would lose his spirit and would suffer from it.
And that also meant the golden spirit would also suffer at the same time. Yet it felt like the golden spirit knew extra, and it was true. It felt to William that the risks of losing one's spirit were too much different and severe than what he initially had in mind.
