The seventh blood ritual

On the new land, a landscape that could be seen once one climbed halfway up the mountain. Blip was seen huffing and panting, he was on his knees gasping for air, covered with wounds and his wings wholly scorched.

In front of him was the long-awaited crystal they had been fighting for. Depending on what type of beast it was, most of their bodies would remain until the land naturally decomposed them. Although they seemed to deteriorate quickly once the crystal had been extracted.

The beast they had been fighting was an elemental type. Once they were beaten, their body would cease to exist, leaving just the crystal in its place and that crystal was the very thing Blip was looking at now.

It should have been a joyous occasion for them all, he should have been smiling. It wasn't every day, one would get an Emporer tier beast crystal. Even he had only ever faced one before this one, but he couldn't celebrate.