With the battlefield quietened, and Commander informed him that they would continue camping there, on the side of the world, Mark took this opportunity to explore.
Of course, due to using anti-matter mines, which caused complete annihilation, their bodies didn't leave behind anything, except for a disgusting piece of flesh with bones protruding out. However, inside those pieces of flesh, he could sense a tremendous amount of energy.
Big ones. Small ones. Some of the sizes of melons. And some are even the size of a house.
"Didn't expect this," he muttered.
Despite the chaos, thousands of spirit cores had survived the bombardment. Their owners? Obliterated. But the cores? Just sitting there, waiting for him to claim them.
Mark paused, holding one in his hand, confirming that it was indeed a spirit core, but its slimy blood smeared his hand. "Okay, that's disgusting," he said under his breath, throwing it into his inventory and wiping off his hand with his sleeves.
