The Collector stepped across the burning throne to the goblin lord's corpse. The once mighty and proud lord was on his knees, his figure hunched over as blood streamed from a hole in his heartless chest.
His crown fell from his head as he slumped over further, clattering onto the stone floor before stopping by the flame-wreathed throne.
The crown flickered and melted, the soft gold bubbling as it slowly oozed into a viscous liquid state. The crown, a symbol of authority vested unto the lord by his fellow tinkerers, and yet, at its base state, was it not no more than a mere decoration?
An accessory fashioned from minerals and alloys that held no inherent worth to it.
Something gaudy that purported hollow strength. Much like the lord himself.
The Collector clicked its mandibles as it began to tear the lord's corpse apart, devouring it.
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*Biomass gained (+30)*
Biomass Level: 290/100