Yohan stood atop a mound of beast corpses, his body drenched in blood and dirt from head to toe.
He was exhausted, breathing heavily, but his eyes scanned the battlefield littered with the remains of both beasts and fallen comrades.
The rancid smell of blood and death filled the air, overpowering even the faint whiff of salt from the nearby sea.
The victory had come but at a great cost.
All the rank 3 beasts had been killed, and though the corrupted beast horde had finally been brought down, the field lay covered in corpses, silent testimony to the fierce battle that had just unfolded.
Yohan took a moment to let it all sink in. This was, by far, the biggest haul of his life. Powerful beast cores, rare bloodlines, and unique abilities were right there, waiting for him to take them.
He walked slowly around the battlefield, stopping near the bodies of each powerful beast, using his Extract ability.
