Byron remained unmoved, a ball of the finest [Panacea] in the material world oozing from his palm. After purging all genetic codes from himself, he hurled it toward those hands.
Whoosh...
Just like when feeding fish in the deep sea where organic matter is scarce, even a bit of food residue would attract thousands of fish swarming, desperately competing for it.
This ball of [Panacea] thrown down slightly reduced the chaos on the Mother of Monsters, yet it clearly made Her hungrier.
"Eat, eat, eat..."
The sharp screeches echoed even louder across the entire North Sea Region, having tasted a delicious morsel, now desperate to consume more flesh.
But this was exactly what Byron wanted.
He activated the Underworld Authority, plunging into the collective unconscious of the Bayfolk and scooped forcefully.
Spreading open his palm, there appeared a heap of golden anchors that seemed infinitely large, yet also infinitesimally small.
