Asher didn't wait for death to claim its prey and immediately turned his attention towards the fallen creatures.
The corpses of the Star-Beasts were littered about haphazardly, their bodies torn and shredded from battle. There wasn't a single soul among them anymore.
Looking at the carnage he wrought, Asher felt no remorse or sorrow, just a detached sense of satisfaction over getting rid of a threat that posed danger to his existence.
He gazed up towards the heavens and sighed as a gust blew through the woods.
The wind whispered through the trees and rustled leaves all around, sounding almost mournful, as if mourning the passing of such mighty creatures.
However, Asher didn't dwell on these thoughts too long, choosing instead to focus on his current objective of absorbing the spirit essence of the beast with his Midnight Embrace gloves.
