Inside a dimly lit room, Karsha sat with a golden ring hovering behind him. Within one of the three ring holders, a red core was rapidly absorbing blood from another ring lying on the floor in front of him.
He had been absorbing blood for almost a week now, nearing the saturation point. The red core had grown to the size of a basketball, its color deepening with each passing day.
Karsha had been at this for six days straight, using only the blood—no other items or treasures. The mutant cores were sufficient to form a stronger Lesser Core, so he didn't need additional items, which he planned to reserve for forming his next core.
With each drop absorbed, his aura grew stronger. Although he wasn't actively releasing his aura, the faint energy radiating from the Soul Ring behind him was powerful enough to immobilize a Sage for a moment.
