I looked down at the huge piles of severed limbs and small lake of blood that filled half the pool I had made. Well… That, along with my currant body’s corpse, should provide more than enough high grade materials… I doubt there’s much more an infant dungeon could realistically ask for… I had rested long enough to regain my strength and concentrate my mana, it was time to conduct the ritual Thor had given me and become a dungeon.
I looked down at the clear crystal I was rolling in my palm, every time I looked at it a smile would appear on my face. Ah, finally I have one… A legendary tier soul stone without an elemental affinity, one that was already a dungeon core at least once already… Now I just need to get to the wild continent… With a laugh I lightly tossed the crystal in the air. “Well it took three hours longer than I’d like, but I finally have a suitable dungeon core for my efforts…”
POV: Magna Blackwing
“Hello there my little Nox, I suppose this means it’s your turn now?” It spoke in a voice that was soft and clear, like the tinkling of wind chimes.
I nodded my eyes still closed. The sacrifice wasn’t allowed to speak, papa had made it very clear that I shouldn’t talk no matter what.