Sol inhaled deeply.
The souls continued pouring into his body, each one dissolving into his existence and strengthening his already terrifying aura. Dark greenish cracks gradually spread across his eyelids, glowing faintly beneath his pale skin. A rare smile appeared on his lips as he watched the remaining Totem Beasts scatter across the wasteland.
The horde was in disarray.
Countless creatures trampled over one another as they desperately attempted to escape the relentless assault of his Death Inheritance. Some abandoned their companions, while others charged blindly into the distance, hoping to put as much distance between themselves and the terrifying skeletal deity as possible.
Under normal circumstances, Sol would have pursued them. There was little reason to let thousands of souls escape when they had practically delivered themselves to him.
However, he remained where he was, something was approaching.
