A pair of golden glowing eyes pierced through the smoke fog, staring at the corpse on the floor. Even after taking the brunt blow of a condensed sun's flames enough to affect the space around it like the true sun, the paragon lost his head alone.
His body was scorched black but it was only the place Godfrey struck directly that was incinerated, a testament to the durability of paragons.
Melvin's body collapsed and light came out of his corpse, forming a diamond-shaped core the length of an adult's index thumb.
Godfrey raised an eyebrow. He squatted, stretched his hand, picked up the core with his index and thumb fingers, then brought it closer to his face.
'There's no doubt. This is like a dungeon core but much stronger. The energy from this thing is incredible. Now that I think about it, the bosses in green gates have dungeon cores, a means for them to invade our world. Some of them were chained, likely forced into invading.'
His eyes gleamed.
