Once he’d absorbed all of the souls in the room, Richard looked at the timeflames that had dimmed significantly, “Will they burn out?”
Old Barduch pointed to several twisted wood blocks in the corner, “No, we just need to gather more soul wood. That is the real fuel.”
Richard recognised the wood as the same kind he had seen regularly in the wastelands. He hadn’t thought it was worth anything, but from the looks of it this was a valuable treasure. Anything that could store soul power and keep timeflames burning was extremely valuable in the void; just a bit of this firewood could be traded for a top-tier offering.
He nodded, “Then I’ll go collect some more. I remember there’s one that isn’t far from here.”