Desmond's heart swelled with excitement upon learning this crucial piece of information. It meant that he could unleash the full power of the spell without restraint. However, his elation was abruptly replaced by a sudden change in his expression, a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Captain, we've been unable to locate the boy!" A faint voice drifted from a distance, barely audible to the ordinary ear. Yet, with Desmond's extraordinary psychic abilities, his keen senses deciphered the soldier's words clearly.
Positioned at the outskirts of the arid forest, as suggested by the system, Desmond remained within its proximity, not venturing too deep. Reacting swiftly, he stuffed the severed tails into his pockets, preserving the essential components, and cast his spell to reduce the remaining parts to ashes.