Ten days later, Reign found himself on top of the mountain. He was currently using his original body, while his angel body had already reached a Tier 2 city.
'I can't believe it took me this long to gather this many Dark Dust points,' he sighed.
Most of his time had been spent searching for corrupted hordes rather than actually killing them, which was frustrating, especially since this place should be teeming with such monsters given that he was already in a Tier 2 zone.
'Is it just me, or are the number of corrupteds getting lower?' he mused. 'Not only that, but I also feel like the miasma is thinning. Has the world just given up on destroying the human race?'
All these changes felt odd, as if something big was happening behind the scenes without his knowledge.
'I need to focus, I can't really do anything about things out of my control. What I need right now is my third body.'