Half an hour later, Lancet, unable to keep up with the Platinum legends, slumped against the base of the mountain wall, his chest still heaving slightly as he caught his breath.
His knuckles ached, his muscles even more, and he was completely covered in a fine layer of grey dust. Still, Lancet had never felt better.
He held up his right hand, resting his wrist on his knee. Projected above the Phantom Ring was the holographic counter.
⸢ Astensia Valengard Kills: 130 ⸥
⸢ Thor Stormchild Kills: 120 ⸥
That was satisfying to see. Almost 300 Mountain Wolves and Lycanthropes were killed. That meant almost 30 charges stored in the ring, ready to let him borrow the skills of either Heroines whenever he needed them.
It also meant they had burned through a staggering amount of the Academy's energy reserves. Generating hundreds of hyper-realistic beasts back-to-back required a large amount of facility Grace.
