Just as Michael had suspected, evolution mattered enormously to monsters. In fact, the stronger a monster became, the deeper that instinct could grow.
For the ghost, the feeling brought by the Evolution Essence Crystal was almost unfamiliar. There had only been a few moments throughout her existence when she had experienced something remotely similar.
The earliest stretched so far back that even she could barely remember it clearly. Back when she had first formed within the Netherworld. Back when her consciousness had been little more than scattered impulses drifting through dense soul energy.
The Nether Soul Tree had already been there, and its energy continuously washed across the surrounding region. And because the ghost had remained close to it for most of her existence, that energy had become so ordinary that she barely noticed it anymore.
