The first rays of dawn cut through the dense canopy, spilling golden light across the ruined clearing. Smoke and embers drifted lazily in the air, curling from scorched earth and shattered remains.
Riven stood at the center of it all. His breathing steady, his flames flickering, his body covered in dried blood—none of it his own.
He stretched his fingers, feeling the lingering heat of Abyssal Flames still curled at his fingertips. The primal energy of the Wilds had pushed him, forced him to test the limits of his new power.
And it had been glorious.
A soft hum flickered in his mind as the system chimed.
[[ System Notification ]]
[[ Hunting Report
— Total Mana Cores Acquired: 92 Common, 34 Uncommon, 23 Rare, 2 Epic ]]
A substantial haul.
More than enough to establish himself.