Later that night, under the eerie glow of the twin moons, they cautiously made their way back towards Yang Lake.
The shore was a scene of utter devastation.
More than a dozen mangled corpses lay scattered amongst the shattered trees and cracked earth.
Their gear, their cards, everything of value had been either destroyed in the initial rampage or had sunk to the bottom of the lake. There was nothing to loot.
But for Daniel, the real treasure remained. He stood before the grim aftermath, a silent reaper in Vanguard fatigues.
He extended his hand, and his SSS-Rank [Soul Assimilation] talent hummed to life, eager for the harvest.
The twin moons of the Taiji Basin cast long, eerie shadows across the devastated shoreline of Yang Lake.
The once furious, boiling water had calmed into a still, dark surface, concealing the massive Abyssal Maw Leviathan deep below.
The air was cool and heavy with the smell of blood, clinging to the broken trees and cracked ground.
