Damon Cruz and Marcus Harris lay broken and motionless on the black moss, their brief, brutal reign of violence ended by Ayra Sand's explosive wrath.
Daniel knelt beside the corpse of Damon Cruz, the heavier of the two thugs.
His A-Grade Phantom Edge Striking Wraps felt almost too delicate for this grim task.
He reached out, his mind already forming the command for [Soul Assimilation]. This was the grim harvest, the necessary reaping that fueled his unprecedented growth.
These two might have been bottom-feeders, but even dregs could offer a drop of power, a forgotten skill fragment.
He had plenty of Assimilation charges left, around nineteen out of his current limit of twenty-five, eager to be put to use.
"Just a quick… assimilation ," Daniel muttered to himself, more for Lia's benefit than his own.
She stood a few paces back, her B-Grade Verdant Lifespring Staff-Sword held loosely, Its gentle green glow stood in stark contrast to the surrounding gloom.
