"Are they useful?" The Jumper wouldn't stop prying, his eyes fixed on the glowing fragments of essence my boys were meticulously gathering from the battlefield. I didn't answer him immediately.
I simply stood by and watched the process, waiting for a full hour until the final shards were secured within my inventory. Only then did the persistent hum of the battlefield truly settle.
"They are nice," I said, my tone flat. I wasn't about to delve into the specifics of how these shards fueled the divine powers of my Fallen Gods. "Let's go."
We were finally ready to take the road to the next target. However, as the adrenaline began to ebb away, the weight of the past few days crashed down on me. I was exhausted—too wasted to keep travelling in this state without a serious risk of making a tactical error. My body felt like lead, and my mind was beginning to fog.
