Orphos was an hungry, insatiable vessel. While it had digested thousands of low-and-mid-tier human souls from the battlefield to mend its core structure, it required high-density, concentrated spiritual essence... the raw, unrefined souls of high-tier spirit beasts... to fully charge its origin force and mend the deeper, invisible fractures within its body.
Two to three months was my original estimate for passive ambient absorption, Sol thought, his crimson eyes gleaming with cold, calculating intent as his mind connected with the artifact.
But if I actively hunt Layer 3 and Layer 4 equivalent beasts in the deep sectors, I can shave weeks off that timeline. The faster Orphos is fully restored, the sooner I would be able to return. It's already been a long time.
A sudden, subterranean vibration rattled through the soles of his shoes, snapping his focus back to the physical world.
Sol came to a dead halt atop a massive, moss-covered boulder overlooking a deep, sunken ravine.
