John's eyes shone with a fierce light as he snapped his head toward the sky. There, crawling across the horizon like an ink stain on silk, was the unmistakable omen of the impending disaster: the Black Sky.
'Wait a minute… I can use the lightning to enhance my cores here…'
He came to an abrupt stop, his mind racing through the potential gains. He looked up at the gathering storm and then down at his inventory. When he had killed Sorolith and the Black Sky had vanished from his own territory, he had been left with more than fifty thousand unenhanced Wrathers cores.
'Nah, it's too risky,' he muttered, shaking his head and forcing himself to move again. 'The second that lightning hits the cores, the Hiveminds would spot my location instantly. It's better to leave now than to be greedy and regret it later.'
