Inside the Imperial Treasury, Igaris stood still for a moment, eyes slowly scanning the vast chamber filled with ancient relics, shimmering weaponry, and rows upon rows of crystalline cores that pulsed with raw, compressed power.
Millions of beast cores, collected over centuries by the Blue Moon Empire, lay neatly stacked like bricks of divine currency. Forbidden Martial Arts sealed in jade scrolls glowed faintly with ancient aura. Magical artifacts, some humming softly, others exuding terrifying pressure, floated silently in levitation arrays.
This was the spoils of war, and more importantly, the fuel he needed.
"So this is why conquest excites me…" he thought, stepping forward and picking up a dense crimson core that radiated at least Peak Grandmaster-tier energy.
He clenched it, letting its warmth seep into his palm.
"To return to my prime, I need energy in astronomical quantities. These… they'll push me closer to the Saint Rank."
