"Hahaha! Six freaking drops of aether?!" Ulric burst into a fit of unrestrained laughter as waves of aether coursed through his body, bringing his total to an astonishing seventy-three drops.
That alone was comparable to an entire night's worth of meditation.
The more he thought about it, the wider the shit-eating grin spreading across his face became.
The urge to charge deeper into the Wastelands and unleash a bloody massacre upon every beast he encountered was almost irresistible.
Only sheer willpower kept him from acting on the impulse, allowing reason to prevail.
Not now. At least not yet.
Besides, Ulric mused as he recalled the previous battle, it had only been after he expressed his intent to pry into the tusked boar's burrow that the beast had descended into a frenzied rampage, desperately trying to keep him away.
"Hiding some treasure down there, weren't you?" Ulric chuckled, the excitement in his eyes growing brighter.
