Ashworth's eyes snapped upward.
The root-treasure surrounding what appeared to be a Corrupted Core shuddered violently and dozen interwoven restraints cracked at once. Dark-golden corruption erupted through the openings in thick streams, reaching hungrily into the air before fresh roots burst from the cage and strangled the escaping power back toward the Core.
Ashworth's face changed.
The Core beat again.
THOOM.
More roots fractured.
Sienna slowly turned her head.
She could feel Phei through their Dual-Nether Souls; she could feel the dead Great Immortal's essence being stripped, refined and swallowed inside his body.
And she could feel the Core reacting to that.
The core had sensed its own power disappearing.
For the first time since Sienna tore it from the Great corpse, something resembling agitation entered the corrupted core.
Its dark-golden tendrils thrashed harder against the treasure.
A faint smile touched Sienna's lips.
'So it has recognized something about him.'
