The Samsara Flame consumed the seven monoliths, the corpses of the Prime Deities, and even the body, soul, and will of Dionisio—a Middle ArchDeity—with ravenous hunger. The Flame tore through them without hesitation, breaking them down into purest essence and generating vast streams of Fortune that amassed in the ceiling of the sacrificial ground like a mystical, bright purple sea.
Cain could not help but smile, his lips curving into something fierce and almost feral. His chest rose and fell with exhilaration, and his eyes gleamed with a predator's thrill as he measured the wealth of Fortune gathered.
"Almost two-thirds of what I obtained from sacrificing Legion's living remains," he whispered to himself.
It was shocking. Legion had been an entity at the level of an Alpha–Omega Overgod. The difference was quality versus quantity; though none of these offerings matched Legion's singular power, together their combined weight still reached terrifying heights.
