The moment my fingers lifted slightly toward the corpses, everyone around me immediately felt the shift in mana.
Not normal mana.
Not even dark mana.
Something far heavier.
The black aura leaking from my body thickened slowly before flowing downward like liquid shadows spreading across the forest terrain beneath us.
Floor 36's combat zone was covered in towering trees and damp earth, the dense canopy above allowing only fractured beams of light to pass through. Mist lingered low around the roots while the smell of blood mixed horribly with wet soil and moss.
The corpses laid silently in the middle of that forest clearing.
Weapons broken.
Armor shattered.
One production class player still clutching a gathering pouch filled with monster materials they never got to bring home.
My demonic mana touched them gently.
Then devoured them.
