An intense wave of pleasure flowed through Frost's body as he confirmed the whopping 250,000DP spend. A veritable river of divine energy spewed out from the vat hidden deep within his core, saturating his mana veins, organs, bones and insides before escaping his body and flowing into the dungeon core.
The divine energy made Frost feel as though he was weightless, numb to all sense of pain, stress and fatigue, feeling only comfort and pleasure. The power of a God while still a mortal was an undeniably addictive experience, Frost had unfortunately like all others succumbed to this desire, craving the power that it promised.
His hands uncontrollably stretched out in an attempt to clasp onto the stream and force it back inside his body, but his actions proved fruitless. Such divine energy was not under his control, he was merely a vessel, a transit station between the vat and the dungeon core.
