"Right...this place is hot...I better get this done quickly," mumbled the monk to himself. Without the need to improve defenses, the need to defend against lava was also pushed aside - the monk decided to sit himself at the edge of the volcanic landscape and mediate in peace. The smell of the lava was still a bit much, but there needed to be something reminding the monk where he was training.
Humming to himself, the monk clasped his hands with the Elder Sage Staff leaning on the inside of Poropo's arms and left shoulder, "Haoooooo...oh Iron Deity, bless me with a strong connection to your highest of legionaries, your strongest of angels...please." The monk had gained the ability to summon two of the lower ranked angels so asking to skip to the highest ranks was probably not going to work, thought Poropo.
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