Nyx crossed his arms, his expression skeptical but intrigued. "Fine. Just don't get yourself poisoned. I'm not dragging your body back if you keel over from snake venom."
With that subtle warning, Horizon pulled out a sharp blade from his belt and began his work. He focused on the areas he knew would yield the most valuable materials—scales, venom glands, and fangs.
The serpent's scales were dark and glossy, tough enough to withstand the tiger's initial attacks. Carefully, he pried one loose, noting its weight and durability.
"Armor-grade scales," Horizon muttered under his breath, slipping a few into his pouch. "Could sell for a fortune or be used for reinforcement. Might even come in handy for crafting."
