Asher sat on one of the boulders within the upper floor of the cavern. At this moment, silence consumed everything within it, as the only thing that seemed constant was the overwhelming stench of blood that choked the air to the point that it could almost be tasted.
On the ground, pools of blood of various colors could be seen, with severed limbs floating upon the crimson lake as it slowly flowed.
Unlike what people might have expected, Asher hardly saw any need to use his skills and abilities on these Emovirae. Unless they were in the thousands or something like that, there was little reason to do so. At this point, overwhelming physical strength and prowess were enough, as he had only used space during the battle for minor conveniences.
Asher stared at the bracelet on his hand as he wanted to see the amount of points he had received from such a massacre. Seeing his point balance, Asher could only laugh at the absurdity of it.
