Thinking about accumulating one thousand upper-realm cores just a few hours prior would have sounded completely crazy, but it wasn't an impossible dream anymore.
He had completely lost count of how many hundreds of monsters had sprinted blindly past his side in the past half an hour. And he knew for a fact that much more would keep flooding into the roaring hell he had created as the energy signal continued to ripple outward.
William started cautiously walking forward toward the perimeter of the blast zone, taking a good, sharp look over his immediate surroundings. He found that he wasn't even fearing the monsters anymore. The creatures were entirely driven by their primal, singular obsession with the leaking energy.
Even if he stood directly in their running paths, they would simply bypass him, fluidly evading any obstacle in their way just to reach their most alluring spot faster than the other monsters racing beside them.
