The corpse lord was swallowed whole by Drakewolf, who then bared his teeth in a satisfied grin.
"The little wolf really holds a grudge." Phield patted Drakewolf's neck. The beast had taken a heavy beating to block Chica's lethal strike. "You did well."
Drakewolf snorted, a low rumbling sound coming from its throat as if it were chewing something back up, then spat out a pale stone with a "ptui."
It flicked its tail and trotted away lightly.
"What is this?" Rosalia's eyes lit up. "It contains very powerful corrupted energy. Not only that, this should be a consumable artifact."
Phield picked up the stone, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and narrowed his eyes as he examined it. "It just looks like a broken rock with a faint glow. It almost got eaten by Drakewolf. Is this really an artifact? It looks ridiculously weak."
"You dare question me."
Rosalia was clearly annoyed. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. "I'm ignoring you. For thirty seconds."
