After the battlefield had been taken care of, they went back to the camp.
As he thought, his spoils didn't raise much attention. Once back to the camp, the cannon fodders were sent to their more deserted lodgings. Lucas found some water, at last, that he used to clean himself.
Feeling better with the grime away from his body, he went to his room, refreshed.
He thought back to the battle and what he had seen.
First of all, he had been the strongest on the battlefield, even if he had not shown his all. Even the leaders that fought in the center had been weaker than him, at the level he had after his third baptism. Though, the fire of the Garsan leader added some variables.
Then there had been the sensation he had not been able to grip. But thinking back, it had been more prominent when he had lowered his output to stay low-key and harmless in his high profile actions. That should give him a direction to find it back at the next opportunity.
