Reign stepped over the shattered remains of the wooden golem and began absorbing it.
As expected, fresh power coursed through him, and the restraints on his body loosened bit by bit.
'What is this thing?'
He crouched to examine the core, picking up a small object that had been hidden deep within the destroyed creature.
A medallion. Its surface shimmered faintly, engraved with intricate runes he didn't immediately recognize.
He got a feeling it was important, so he kept it for now.
'So, where to next? Or should I just go straight ahead?'
In the end, he decided to keep it simple and just ran in one direction. Nothing here could touch him—his 'weakened' form could easily bulldozed anything that dared to stopped his advanced.
Tree after tree, cliff after cliff, he jumped and dove like a seasoned freerunner, only stopping when he reached a lake.
Kneeling, he dipped his hand into the water—and it disappeared, erased by its purifying force.
