The more that poured into him, the brighter and more ferocious the radiant wave of Golden Dominion became.
Every soul devoured fed the inferno burning within his core. The golden light surged outward with renewed hunger, pressing harder against the stronger warriors who still resisted in the distance.
The weaker Layer 1 fodder had become nothing more than kindling… their lives, their essence, their very existence fuel for Sol's ascension.
Soon, the weak mid-level warriors… Layer 2 elites… staggered and fell to their knees, gasping for breath as their bodies fought a losing battle against the golden suppression.
Only the high-tier Layer 3 and Layer 4 commanders somehow remained standing, though even they were visibly slowed, their movements heavy and labored.
