"Did you sense it?" Reol'ran asked, excited.
Mark held his hand towards the thin air in front of him and his hand sank into the air as if he had just clutched a pillow. The whole world shuddered and Mark felt a cold sensation of fear run down his spine—he had touched something he shouldn't have dared to.
"It's just a feeling!" Reol'ran laughed. "The stronger you are, the harder it will be for you to conquer a World. The Demons that have conquered a World are few and far in between, but those who did conquer one, they can gain an incredibly special benefit."
Mark tore off a layer of air from the skies and a beating, crystalline, and pure water drop appeared before him. It was no water drop. It was the Core of the World. Mark felt pure terror simmer his brain into mush.
He wasn't supposed to steal it. Run. Run. Arghhh.
Mark laughed, sweat trickling down his jaws. Then, he clenched his hand around the thing.
