Northern panted.
How long had it been now that they'd been fighting? He had lost count and lost sight of others.
Behind him, however, was a sea of corpses, many that he alone had slain.
He could hear the sound of clashes here and there around the corners of buildings. He was sure that his clones and Cal were probably still locked in a tiresome battle with the ever-coming monsters.
He was tired, beyond tired, and his pool of void essence was beginning to run dry.
He had barely just enough to keep the two clones—three clones—alive.
Of course, since Corpse Eater was practically a void summon now, he didn't need his essence to manifest them.
Void summons were creatures of their own self. They drew power from the same source he drew it. They, too, had their own reserves of void essence.