Moon paid her curses no heed, he wasn't going to waste his mana on cleansing every single person, that was foolish.
'Kill her subordinates…then kill her.'
Moon didn't just want to kill her, he wanted to kill her close subordinates.
More than fifty Evolvers began to converge on him from every direction. Some were at the peak of 0-Star. Others were peak of 1-Star, the strongest fighters Layla had left. They came from the front, the flanks, above, behind. Spells and weapons and bodies closing in like the walls of a collapsing room.
Moon welcomed them.
He had just spent sixty-six thousand lives. He needed to earn them back. And every person charging toward him was carrying lives inside their body like coins in a purse.
The first wave reached him. Moon met it head-on.
