In a few minutes, the power flowing into him returned to a trickle as the loose Essence in the air was depleted. It would replenish soon, but for now, this area was going to be useless to cultivate in. A few Bashers appeared nearby, drawn by the noise and shaking, but they seemed to get sick as they came closer. Dale watched them as they closed in, but a few hops later, they turned and ran away. “What was that all about?” he muttered aloud, not expecting to get an answer. “Well, Dale, they survive on Essence.” Minya was seated off to the side, and he shrieked too shrilly when her voice reached
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