Timothy surfed down towards the spot where that old man's corpse was supposed to be, and inhaled the numerous powers that the said corpse had left behind. Initially he expected to absorb two or three powers, considering that each essence of these powers was pitch black, and therefore looked identical to one another, but that was not the case. He absorbed seventeen new powers, or, fractions of those seventeen powers at least!
“Hell yeah!” He shouted, as he saw the system list out the numerous powers. “That geezer was fucking amped! Too bad he didn't have anything that would help him resist my thunder bolts, hehe.”
Timothy celebrated even though he was in the middle of a battle, and worst of all, this battle just kept escalating! Other dark mages had heard the commotion, or the thunderbolts, so he was quickly surrounded by fifty men and women!
“How many of you bastards are down here?” He grunted, and then he tried to pave an escape route for himself.