Northern was motionless, his eyes dilated as the panel relentlessly poured out its information.
'Just how many of them did I kill?'
All of them. With such an inventive and overwhelming use of Black Lance, he had decimated all the monsters. The entire flood was destroyed, with not a single one managing to slip out alive.
Not even the Maelstrom that pillared in their center.
And that was why talent fragments wouldn't stop spilling forth.
Ryan landed in front of him with a pale face.
"What was that? How? What power is that? I thought your talent allows you to tame monsters and summon them, and you just happen to be an incredible fighter."
Northern raised a brow in confusion. He then exhaled and smiled, touching Ryan's shoulders.
"An incredible fighter is the one thing I am not. But I do think I am getting better," he uttered.
Northern turned away from Ryan and looked around.
"Now, just how do we get away from this trap..."