The Will of the Fresh and Blood

Benjamin kept going while looking at the ground. There were many of the cannibal mages that were still breathing but no matter how Benjamin attempted to wake them, they seemed as though they had permanent brain damage with dull eyes and twitching limbs. They even could not speak a coherent sentence.

It was tremendously odd...

They couldn't help but recall the rift that happened once in his Space of Consciousness. If his wounds were more severe, would he end up this way?

Benjamin shook his head and entered into the pit. He thought it through and first dug up the crystal balls that were deeply embedded into the ground, gave them a rub or two before stashing them up for any future use.

Then, at this same moment, a voice was suddenly heard from behind.

"You... killed all these monsters?"

It was a weak voice, mixed with fear and anticipation. Benjamin turned around. The prison was deep within the pit and because of the protective screen, it was not damaged from the battle.