Stray

No one spoke for a while. The cold wind was full of the smell of blood and sand.

Jesse wrapped his cloak tightly and was silent. Without the cover of bloodstains, he didn’t know what expression was on his face at the moment, but it wasn’t a smile.

He hadn’t acted in a human state for several days, and Jesse was even a little unaccustomed to it. Feeling Adrian’s sight, he turned his face and looked in the direction of no one.

Two steps away from him, Oliver Ramon was still lying quietly on the ground.

Although that was the result of their mutual agreement, Jesse still disliked this scene. He should be used to this as he had experienced the demise of several teams.

No, maybe he should have gotten used to it earlier.

Gaining power beyond oneself came at a price. When the strength reaches a certain level, it was easy to transform oneself, but if you want to keep acquiring billions of dependents, a magic circuit was necessary.

It was like a unique signature integrated into the body of your dependents. Once the construction was successful and it was imprinted in them, it would naturally increase the reproduction of the dependents and finally achieve a stable supply of power. Like the many roots of a desert plant that drew water, it wouldn’t stop growing and would extend continuously.

To build a relatively stable magic circuit, strength, wisdom, and instinct were indispensable.