The golden essence in Sol's gut gave a sharp, ravenous thrum, violently pulling the fresh essence straight out of the dying guards and feeding it into his Sun Core.
At the same time, the silver pool in his chest spun lazily, absorbing their core souls and expanding his internal sensory network.
The cold fluid hummed inside his ribs, giving him a live map of the chaotic heartbeats of every sleeping body inside the settlement.
Peeking inside, he could feel the silver liquid was also reaching the breaking point, it just needed a few more souls to evolve. He was curious to see what changes it will produce.
"Move in," Sol commanded with his hand, without making any sound.
Hargon, Mara, and the rest of the small hunting packs poured past the tree trunk like an invisible wave, scattering instantly into the random maze of mud mounds and hide tents. Their feet moved across the dry stone ground without snagging a single thorn, their bone-daggers ready for action.
