Earth-tier weapons to carve a snake?!!
It was unthinkable, like using a sacred relic to pry open a food crate.
But well... orders are orders.
The skinning began, the blades slicing through the serpent's hide with a soft, resonant hum.
The gallbladder, large enough to fill a wine flask, was carefully extracted and placed into a reinforced flask, its surface shimmering with latent power.
Riven took the flask, his steps casual as he approached Nysalea.
She stood beside Selene, her hands folded, her posture rigid with uncertainty. He pressed the flask into her palms, his touch lingering for a heartbeat.
Her fingers closed around it, and she felt it!
A visceral, ancient force pulsing within, not mere energy but the essence of a creature that had defied time.
It could shatter a lesser cultivator, its power too vast to contain.
Yet, within her, there was no fear, only a deep, primal longing, as if her blood recognized it, yearned for it.
