Vorax returned after some time. The battlefield, once littered with corpses, was now clear. As Vorax appeared before Magnus, it opened its massive mouth, and a small mountain of beast cores tumbled out, cascading onto the ground.
These weren't just from the fallen beasts of the recent battle. This was the accumulated bounty from Vorax's relentless hunting sprees throughout the Silent Forest over the past few days.
The surrounding soldiers were instantly captivated by the sheer number of beast cores. The combined aura radiating from them was overwhelming, a tangible pressure that hung heavy in the air.
Magnus smiled, gave Vorax an affectionate pat, and then efficiently stored the mountain of cores within his spatial inventory. Vorax, its task complete, shrunk back to its normal size and coiled comfortably around Magnus's neck.
