The smoke had yet to dissipate, and the scent of acid from shattered insect bodies lingered in the burnt soil.
The Red Tide Knights were cleaning the battlefield, recovering magic burst remnants, and burying the bones of their fallen comrades with meticulous precision.
A figure in a silver-white cloak quietly bypassed the crowd, walking alone towards the collapsed remains of the Nest.
Eduardo Calvin, the third son of Duke Calvin, a Church Investigator of the Golden Feather Flower, had remained silent since the start of the battle.
Even at the moment the Nest was destroyed, he merely frowned and gazed intently, as if witnessing a familiar sensation that couldn't be expressed.
Why do I feel like... I've seen it before?
The broken shell of the Nest before him resembled a blackened stone fetus, with semi-dried slime visible in the cracks.
And biological tissues that shouldn't exist in the world.
