The interior of the First Continental Reserve's primary vault was a grotesque, blinding monument to absolute greed.
The cavernous, reinforced concrete room was lined from floor to ceiling with thousands of Old World safe deposit boxes. However, the heavy steel doors of the boxes had been violently ripped open. The Old World billionaires had not retreated to this bunker to hoard paper currency or diamonds; they had hoarded the apocalypse itself. The entire vault floor was piled high with a staggering, chaotic mountain of high-tier monster cores, their combined, localized bioluminescence bathing the room in a harsh, neon, multi-colored glare.
It was an ocean of evolutionary energy.
But Ren did not immediately look at the scattered mountain of cores. His entirely solid, unblinking violet eyes locked onto the massive, grotesque abomination lounging dead center in the sea of concentrated mana.
The System overlay flashed a stark, aggressively red warning across his retinas.
