Zach, Nora, and Alzara helped each other up out of the sandy pit they made when they crashed after the Child sent them flying. They looked at the Child clenching and unclenching the fist he used to punch the three.
"This is why I don't like summoners," he said with a sigh. "Nasty little tricks that make killing them such a bother," he complained.
By the sounds of it, he had killed more than one or two summoners in his time. However, Zach's expression couldn't get any darker, so it didn't matter what the Child said.
Zach swallowed whatever saliva he had in his dry mouth. He forced the world essence energy in his core to start moving. This wasn't a situation where it could be lazy or pretend to be considerate. It was going to listen to him, and it was going to obey him.
It did just that. In a gentle stream, the world essence energy returned to the body it had ravaged all those months ago. It was like pouring lemon juice on a wound. It stung. It wasn't good.
