Even after death the remaining aura the god beast cultivated in his life was a fierce storm, standing at the very edge of the storm Alan hesitated, before his bloodline forced him to move forward.
"... Shit."
He cursed, as he entered the furious storm, where the currents were like sharp blades. Of course, his skin was as hard as diamonds. Something like this wouldn't break him, but he was sure further in he would be shredded.
His blood was still boiling, blue fire left his body with every breath. Alan walked closer to the corpse of the God beast, the werewolf of silver as the winds crashed against him.
"So much aura..."
He was merely at the boundary of the storm, and still the amount of aura here surpassed his own reserves.
He didn't know much about the God beasts, only that they cultivated aura instead of mana, Godbeasts became adults faster than dragons, but an Adult Godbeast was not as powerful as an Adult Dragon, they cultivated aura at a slower pace.
