I remained seated on the throne, letting my body stay still while my focus turned inward. At the same time, I extended my control outward, drawing in the loose energies scattered across the battlefield. Essence, deathmist, fragments of broken constructs—everything that had been released in the chaos began flowing toward me, pulled in steadily as I absorbed and refined it.
Xeron glanced at me and let out a quiet sigh.
"You really are like some ravenous void beast," he said. "Devouring everything you can reach."
I chuckled softly.
"The great Dante taught me well," I replied. "Take everything you can. The world belongs to those who can claim more than they need."
Xeron gave me a sideways look, a smirk forming on his face.
"Impossible," he said. "I would never have said something that ridiculous."
We remained quiet for a few moments, both watching the battlefield as the fight continued below.
Then Xeron spoke again.
