Hunter searched the monster's corpse to find its core, which was useful for crafting a new weapon.
"Where is it?" Hunter muttered aloud, frustration and impatience clear in his tone.
The monster's body was a mountain of fat and flesh, making it impossible for Hunter to search properly. In the end, he tore out its intestines to get clear access.
A behemoth of a beast lay on the rocky ground, illuminated by white flames, but it couldn't dispel the thick, oppressive darkness at the bottom of the cliff.
Scorched marks stained the walls, and the air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh. The beast's body was riddled with wounds and burn marks. Hunter wasn't much better.
His shoulder blades were torn open, bone exposed, blood streaming down to soak his chest.
His back and legs bore claw marks from the wind blades the monster unleashed during their fight.
