Darian was completely euphoric. In his memories, he recalled with nostalgia that magical, incredible power. After all, he had been inside that world for years, and he had spent way more time without the white power than with it.
He had learned to live without it, always relying on lots of pills and potions in his inventory just in case. Now, he could feel both his rings on his fists again. It was like they had never left, only hidden away by the complete darkness of his soul; now it had returned to a state of balance.
That white ring was empty, but it wouldn't take long to find karma to devour and make the white power flow again.
After calming himself and taking a deep breath, Darian pulled out the souls of Eleri, Awel, and Tir from his inventory.
Without delay, he took all the soul-powered resources he had stored. Since the rookie tournament back on Earth, he had always carried this type of resource for emergencies.
