The hunt had been a grueling, unsatisfying slog. Adam and his companions had scoured the network of tunnels branching from the violet lake, becoming experts in the dry-rot stench and the unnerving, shuffling gait of the Corpse-Eaters. They had eliminated dozens. The battles were quick—the creatures were fragile mimics, not true fighters—but each victory felt hollow.
Adam checked his status with a grumble.
[ Level: 52 -> 53 ]
[ Next Level: 88 / 320 ]
[ Evolution Points: 433 -> 577 ]
[ Crown of the Hollow Glutton - Domineering Will: 34/1000 ]
One level. A meager trickle of EP. But the Crown's soul counter had climbed to thirty-four. It was the only metric that showed any real gain from this purge.
"Is that all of them?" Adam asked, shaking ichor-like dust from his scales. "This feels pointless."
