"Good." Ethan nodded, a satisfied expression settling on his face.
"Hand command of these men over to Theron; he should be able to prepare the rest. we'll be leaving for Fallenwinter with a thousand men—have them ready in no less than an hour."
"It will be done." Doran bowed his head once more, though Ethan's mind had already drifted elsewhere.
His eyes gleamed as he took in the massive mountain of items, weapons, and armor stacked right ahead—all stripped from thirty thousand green-skinned creatures and forty thousand human soldiers.
Ethan stepped forward, extending a single hand over the metallic heap before activating his military talent management ability.
[Do you wish to extract and refine 176,874 items?]
"Yes."
[Refining...
Items successfully refined!
+ 12 Rank S talents
+ 287 Rank A talents
+ 1,634 Rank B talents
+ 18,790 Rank C talents
+ 76,956 Rank D talents]
Wasting no time, Ethan swiftly fused each of those talents up to the maximum rank the system allowed.
