Damien knelt by the fallen Empyrean Bears, his blade flashing as he worked to extract their essence cores.
Each orb pulsed faintly with icy energy, a proof of the beasts' formidable power. He held them up, their glow illuminating the determination in his eyes.
These would be valuable not just for his mission rewards but for his personal growth. After pocketing the cores in his special storage, Luton's (Universal Space), he climbed back onto Fenrir, giving the wolf a light pat on the side.
"Let's go," he said, his voice steady. The Bloody Green Orchid awaited, and every moment wasted increased the chance of another obstacle in his path.
Fenrir moved at a steady pace through the forest, its keen senses ensuring a safe path forward. Cerbe followed behind, its three heads scanning the surroundings while Luton remained perched atop Damien's head.