Hide's features contorted into a deep, aggressive scowl as he stared at the swirling, chaotic mass of Dark mana in front of him.
The emerald core at the center of this Vortex of Dark mana was easily distinguishable. The massive gem was the Beast Core of the Doom Overseer—the very first A-Ranked Calamity Beast he had ever laid his eyes on, and slain it in the basement of the Sihue clan estate.
Drogon's small form appeared besides him, his hollow eyes locked onto the center as well.
"It will take two or three more cycles, My Liege." Drogon told Hide, his ancient, telepathic voice vibrating directly in Hide's mind.
Hide's scowl deepened. He clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching with intense frustration. He was not in the favor of doing this. The amount of time and effort this required was staggering, and every second he spent down here was a second he wasn't securing his foothold in the Exterminator tournament back on Earth. But he had absolutely no other option!
