"Apologies, my lord." Weir carried a charred lizard beast carcass, "I accidentally crushed its head."
"No matter," Louis' gaze remained steady, he smiled, "It's just right for us to dissect and examine the Magic Crystal structure. Leave the others."
Soon the battle results were tallied: a total of sixty-six Soul-devouring Lizard Beasts encountered, one killed, and sixty-five successfully controlled.
The sixty-five controlled Soul-devouring Lizard Beasts lay slouched like a group of drunk vagabonds in the shadow moss, some licking rocks, others curling up to nap.
Each one of them would in the future, within the special combat framework of Red Tide, become experimental material, psychological weapons, or dark strategic pieces.
The shadow moss that glittered phosphorescently on the ground, too, contracted lightly as if breathing, gradually stabilizing under the suppression of light blue mist and Fighting Energy.
