Alister made his way through the ruined city, the red glow of the sky reflecting off the shattered buildings around him.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the distant booms of battle echoed through the hollow streets as his wyverns continued their attacks on the remaining monsters. A system notification flashed in his vision:
[Prestige Points: 4567]
He furrowed his brow, calculating. 'The most we can get per kill is between 4 and 8 due to the fact that most of our opponents are low-grade monsters, despite having high stats…'
'I have a feeling its somehow related to this red moon... but we've made some progress.'
He cracked his knuckles, feeling his mana rush through his veins, ready to strike again.
'I should be able to hit seven thousand points before daybreak back at the megacity.'
'But I must admit this turned out to be really fast; by my calculations, we should be done in an hour and a half.'
