Sam reached toward the hovering spirits of the slain awakeners, his hand glowing faintly as he overpowered their struggling wills one by one.
He could feel the strength that lingered inside each of them, the faint resistance that refused to fade even after death.
But it didn't matter.
His power crushed their will completely, bending them to his command.
'Wait,' he thought, narrowing his eyes, 'I already recruited all the monsters I could today after my grinding session.'
He looked at the swirling souls around him, their forms flickering like embers in the dark.
'But these awakeners should be stronger... right?'
The spirits already stored within his [True Primordial Spirits] list were all at level 100—immensely strong creatures, each capable of tearing through armies alone.
Yet, compared to these beings—awakeners with divine energy and cultivated strength—they might not even come close.
