After finishing their feast of impossible foods, Elio decided to thoroughly explore the statue's options. The sheer number of categories was overwhelming… weapons, armor, materials, and countless other items he'd never seen before.
"Let's check these systematically," he muttered, focusing first on the weapons and potions sections. Emberg floated nearby, its tongue coming out often with curiosity as it peered at the menu. Poison Stinger clicked its pincers impatiently, pointing at various glowing items.
When Elio reached the invocation-specific section, something caught his eye. Special potions designed for invocation enhancement, armors specifically for spiritual forms... The prices were astronomical, one million points each.
The sight triggered a memory: that day he'd first merged with Emberg, experiencing the world through his invocation's form.
An idea began to form.