Chapter 93: The Hunt [1]

From the looks of it, the mistwalker was far too scared to do anything to Silas. He could only wonder what he had done to it to make it so scared, but in the end, there was no way of knowing without actually regaining the memory he lost in between.

Scanning the battlefield with mystic eyes, Silas could not help but stare at some of the bodies that were laying on the ground.

Many of their mana cores were missing, and from what Silas had understood, everyone who was here was either dead or had run the moment he entered that state.

However, there were still some without their mana cores.

Silas quickly sped around and stabbed his hand into their bodies before taking the mana cores with him.

He placed them in the pouch the dead man had. It was one of those storage pouches that were bigger on the inside than they were on the outside.