As Leo walked out of the thick cloud of dust and smoke, everyone could finally see him.
His body was bruised, his armor battered, but that familiar smirk was still on his face—calm, confident, and in a way, annoyingly handsome.
Cassian stepped forward to speak, but stopped halfway.
Behind Leo, massive blood tendrils rose into the air.
The soldiers immediately got into formation, thinking a new enemy had appeared.
Their weapons were ready, their eyes scanning the field. But the tendrils didn't strike them.
Instead, they moved toward the remains of the Devourers Leo had defeated, weaving through the wreckage with strange precision.
They began slicing into the monster corpses—clean, quick cuts—pulling out cores from each one.
No one knew what Leo was doing.
Most of them had seen him do this before—cutting open monsters after a battle, collecting something.
At first, it had raised a lot of questions.
