Riley did not pause his devouring.
On the contrary, he consumed even faster, as though daring the intruder to keep watching.
Every treasure he swallowed made his aura darker, sharper, more suffocating, until it pressed against the unseen spy like a mountain.
The watcher's presence trembled faintly, then steadied.
The watcher had experience, courage, and interest in him.
Riley didn't care. This was part of his plan after all.
Let them watch. Let them witness his transformation.
For now, the only sound in the room was the endless hum of treasures breaking apart, spiritual energy roaring, and Riley's low, controlled breaths as he stepped further and further into power.
Riley finished consuming every last spirit stone, heavenly treasure, and trace of spiritual essence that could be of use to him.
The treasures within his body melted into rivers of pure energy, each stream rushing violently into his meridians before fusing with his core.
