The crowds of individuals rushed forward, like a tide of water breaking out of a dam, they raced towards the stairs, rushing to climb to glory.
Every being here was well aware of what was at stake, aside from Seth, everyone else had heard first-hand from their ancestors what the last sin incarnate had been capable of.
And as heirs of their various heritages, of course they would pour all their might into getting this power…
They scampered forward, clawing at the wind, mustering all they could to get to the stairs before another.
The system had made them overly conscious, this was a contest of greed, they needed to use every opportunity provided to showcase their greed.
Fighting was prohibited so while they struggled no one got physical, and finally the first being made his first step upon the grand stairway, the entire platform lighting up with a brilliant, ancient bronze sheen, the light engulfing the evolver.
[Gilt: 1]
