On the grassy field, the humanoid phantom was absorbed by the blue crystal.
However, Crue was not satisfied. Frowning, he scanned the surroundings, using the glow of the crystal to observe the bodies. Perplexed, he muttered to himself, "This shouldn't be... I informed Gene about the Chew Bone Tribe's whereabouts. He should have gathered numerous tribe members to battle the Chew Bone Tribe, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides. Plus, those sacrificed, there should have been at least over two thousand souls to harvest..."
Crue grew increasingly confused until he spotted Madeline's body and chunks of fur-covered meat.
His shock was evident. "Even Mog and Madeline are dead. What could they have encountered..."
In that moment, Crue realized something was amiss. He immediately recalled the powerful aura he sensed during his time with the Crimson Star Tribe. Yet, now was not the time to investigate.
Moreover, he had no desire to do so.
