"Let's see what you're hiding."
Adyr slid his sword back into the sheath on his back and approached the massive corpse in steady, silent steps.
From his belt, he drew a throwing knife. A thin layer of Malice spread over the blade, darkening the metal and sharpening its edge beyond normal limits. Without hesitation, he drove the knife into the mutant's fractured skull, forcing it apart. Bone cracked and splintered under the pressure as he carved through the ruined flesh, pushing aside fragments of brain matter with mechanical precision.
Eventually, his fingers closed around what he was looking for—a dense purple crystal. He pulled it free and studied it in the dim light, speaking flatly to himself.
''As expected. ''
