Erik stood amid the sea of corpses. The slaughter ended, leaving only stillness where pandemonium reigned seconds earlier.
The scent of blood was heavy in the air, mixing with the smell of burned flesh left by countless lightning strikes, fire tornadoes, and the ever-present fireballs.
Despite the death he dispensed, his body felt no fatigue. Essence Flow continued to restore his mana and stamina without stopping, and since the thaids had not been stronger than Vania, he was regenerating it more than he consumed.
The problem was that all this death and mana leaving the bodies of the creatures he killed were going to attract even more powerful thaids, so Erik had to dispatch the bodies.
There were thousands of thaid corpses littering the ground, their bodies contorted in their last agony.
