Elio absorbed Fathoran's cores and mana, his eyes fixed on the balances skyrocketing to unimaginable figures.
As he processed the magnitude of the newly acquired resources, he noticed a subtle change:
His armor lit up, recovering one point out of 500.
A quick deduction made him realize that the necessary minutes had passed... 500 points a day meant a regeneration of about 20 points per hour.
Suddenly, something beside him broke his concentration.
With a start, Elio turned his head to see something that chilled the blood in his veins: Fathoran's armor began to regenerate, its light igniting with a menacing glow.
The effect on the soldiers was instantaneous.
Cries of terror and surprise filled the air as they retreated en masse, fear palpable on their faces. Some stumbled in their haste to get away.