Aaron stood with a shaky breath, his body riddled with injuries as he gasped for air greedily.
He was hyperventilating, and around him were corpses.
A lot of corpses.
The dead bodies of the foolish nightcrawlers that dared to antagonize him.
With the help of his aura skill Dignity of the Weak, which he could keep activated theoretically for an infinite amount of time, the tides of the battles were turned.
It had a cooldown of 30 minutes, but the skill couldn't end unless he willingly turned it off.
And Aaron was no fool to turn it off during a fight.
He had yet to harvest any of the corpses for their acid or the blood core, since no matter how many he killed, their numbers didn't seem to reduce.
For every creature he killed, several more crawled out of the darkness.
All of them shared the same bloodthirst, their appearances nearly identical.
