I walked out of the stone storage and withdrew some of my conscious power while my avatar had focused on the shitload of work it had to do.
I have already decided what I want to do with the nine blood-burning essences. I want to make it.
If I were to do it on my own, it would take me years to collect the specific resources required for it, but with the power of the Pyramid, it would be much sooner.
The thing is vast with various variations; there is one variation that would be extremely useful to my project, not only to Tyrants but also to the Emperors and others.
It would also save me an immense amount of resources and the strain I have put myself to get the rule-bending power required to make many of those things.
I shook my head of the thoughts of that essence and focused on the way ahead of me.
