Eventually, all the remaining Soul Prisms were smashed to bits, as everyone took a swing. After all, these were items worth three hundred thousand Gold Coins, the accumulated wealth of a Zoel noble family over many generations. In the Mortal Realm, a small kingdom in a remote location might only collect that much in taxes over half a year.
At first, they even had the Succubus Paladin report how many Gold Coins each destroyed Soul Prism was worth, but soon everyone became numb to it and stopped doing so. After all, it was just a number; its magnitude had no meaning. Instead, the sensation of the crystals shattering felt quite satisfying.
"Whew, it feels great," Bruto moved his arm, which was a bit sore from repeatedly swinging, and exclaimed, "Thrilling..."
"Tonight's events are enough for you to boast in the bars for decades to come," Koula, holding a broom she'd found somewhere, ran over and began cleaning up the debris.
