As the bodies of the snow monsters lay scattered around us, their icy remains slowly began to dissolve, leaving behind pools of thick, dark blood that stained the snow. It was a grim sight, the crimson mingling with the pure white snow.
But the transformation didn't stop there. A golden hue shimmered over the corpses, almost as if the light itself was reclaiming them. One by one, the bodies disintegrated, the blood evaporating, and in their place, small, glowing purple crystals began to form. Mana stones.
I crouched down, picking up one of the stones between my fingers. It was warm to the touch, despite the frigid air, and pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. A closer look revealed detailed patterns swirling within, like frozen purple lightning trapped inside a gemstone.
