Kaelen stood just outside the protective crystal dome Seline had conjured, his gaze scanning the desolate horizon. The jagged landscape stretched endlessly, illuminated faintly by the occasional flashes of distant lightning. Inside the dome, Seline worked tirelessly, her staff was glowing softly as she healed Morgan and Thane's battered forms. Their ragged breaths and groans of pain filtered faintly through the barrier.
Kaelen's fingers absentmindedly brushed against the hilt of his blade as he turned toward the fallen behemoth. The creature's massive form loomed ominously even in death, its jagged chitin and grotesque limbs still radiating an eerie presence. Taking a deep breath, Kaelen approached the carcass.
'Might as well see if there's anything useful.'
