{Total number of Mercenaries' Kills: 10,000.}
{Master gain 20,000 EXP.}
The air hung heavy with the scent of dust. A soft nod was all Sunny gave, a quiet acknowledgement. "I haven't heard anything," he said, the words as calm as a still lake.
"So they're good."
He paused, a flicker of thought in his eyes, before looking over his shoulder at Star.
"Start cultivating," he instructed, his voice low and firm.
With that, he leaped into the air and landed fifty yards away, settling into a cross-legged position on the cracked earth. Star watched him for a moment, her gaze fixed on his form, before she mirrored his actions, sitting on the ground right in front of the Celestial energy stones.
WHOOSH!
A force field barrier shimmered to life, enveloping her. Then, millions of Grand Class Mercenaries materialized, forming a perfect circle with her at the center.
