After the battle had ended, a horrific smell of blood and rotten corpses filled the atmosphere. Even Black Wind was shaking his head. He hated the smell.
However, Abel did not care at all since he loved cleaning up battlefields way too much. He jumped down from the back of Black Wind, stepping on puddles of blood and began to search for any collectible items. Abel was hoping he could find some potions or equipment by exploding, but this hope had been destroyed again and again. Still, Abel was not willing to give up his last bit of hope.
When Abel was feeling more and more hopeless, he suddenly saw one of the dead Fallen shamans on the ground. Abel's eyes began to sparkle. The dead Fallen shaman was holding a magic cane on one of his hands.
