"Finally," Zaroth muttered under his breath.
The requirement for Nightshade to evolve had been fulfilled.
He had begun to worry that he wouldn't be able to achieve his goal as tomorrow was the 15th round—the semi-finals—but it seemed that his worries were unfounded.
He was feeling very happy, but that didn't mean he didn't notice the energy the Gorehorn Minotaur was giving off.
Zaroth could not help but raise an eyebrow at the sight.
Nightshade had killed the minotaur, so it was weird that he was seeing the kind of energy that showed the beast could be resurrected.
And somehow, it was stronger than normal, almost as if the beast had a much bigger attachment to life compared to the other beasts Zaroth had.
Maybe if the beast wanted to live that much, it wouldn't matter if Zaroth or his beasts killed the creature—he would still be able to resurrect it.
