The room fell into silence.
No one uttered a word. Not a single soul.
They simply watched Tatehan, incredulous.
They should have been staring at the core in his hands, but they were too stunned to do so.
They only gazed at his face.
Tatehan, who had already seen the notification confirming he'd earned their respect, decided to savor the moment.
He slowly adjusted his posture to one that radiated greater presence.
It was one thing to carry aura, and it was something entirely different for his system to declare that he had 'farmed' AURA.
The distinction carried weight.
It was like being the last man standing in a battle of thousands. That moment where you just pause and look around you, enjoying the silence of your victory.
That was how it was as Tatehan stood there, the bio neutral core on his right hand.
"How did you do it?" the guard who had escorted him all the way to the commander finally asked, breaking the silence.
