Lyerin is far away but he could feel like he was standing amidst the aftermath of the explosion, the near afternoon sky still aglow with the fiery remnants of his handiwork.
Smoke curled upwards in thick, black plumes, and the acrid scent of burning flesh and debris lingered in the air.
The roar of the flames had died down to a low crackle, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would come next.
Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in his ears, and a notification appeared before his eyes, the glowing text hovering in mid-air.
| Ding!
| You have completed your mission of exterminating Eldritch Fleshers.
| You have reached the Ninth Stage of the Second Cycle as an Eldren Warrior. |
A slow smile spread across Lyerin's face. He had known, deep down, that those eldritch fleshers would perish in the explosion.
