Necrogod's fists tightened. If Damon could absorb that thing… Then his transformation would truly be complete.
But if someone interfered now…
Necrogod glanced nervously at the powerful heirs surrounding them and judging from the hunger in their eyes…
That possibility was becoming more likely with every passing second.
The colossal golden vortex continued descending from the fractured sky, its slow rotation swallowing the light of the trial world itself. Vast rivers of memory spiraled inside it.
The pressure pouring from it was so immense that even the powerful heirs gathered around Damon instinctively took a step back.
"What is that?"
"The thing is definitely more powerful than a golden memory storm!"
Necrogod felt his throat tighten. He could feel it too now. This storm was different from the others. The earlier ones were fragments, scattered echoes drifting through the trial world. But this vortex looked like it was the heart of it all.
