Tunde picked up the last core from the large Corespawns as they shriveled up, their bodies desiccating rapidly. He guessed something about their physiology broke down upon death. Either way, it was to his benefit, as the cores added to his growing wealth within his void ring. The call of the distant rift drew his attention, reminding him with urgency that another revenant could be making their way through its entrance.
Tunde had no illusions. In a real fight, he was no match for an adept—not in the slightest. He could sense the bile-inducing nature of the undeath Ethra that flowed from the adept. The power had been overwhelming to behold.