'Twenty Demon crystals and ten Fiend crystals. Not bad for a first day.'
Hex stood in the middle of a semi-collapsed building and counted the crystals harvested throughout the day. The sky was turning dark and it was advised to leave the ruin during the night. The Heartless were most active during the dark hours.
'It's the first day and many won't leave. Only those who are weaker or wiser will rest in the camp outside. But people who are confident in their abilities or are dumb will stick around to increase their harvest.'
Hex nibbled on a slice of bread and drank water from a small bottle he carried on his belt. The crystals shone dimly in his palm. He admired the jet-colored, pebble-like pieces in his hand. Only one had a few glistening ember-like shards in it. This was the crystal he harvested from the Heartless spitting out fireballs.
