"Master as you requested, here are the brains of the enemy, also I have taken it upon myself, to subtract these powers from my body, so only you can have them, it only seems fitting after all."
Substance commented as she handed Merciless the remaining brains of the Aristaeus Elites—these brains contain the essential knowledge required to manipulate their distinct forms of energy, with each harboring a unique power of their lanca given Aristaeus brains are linked to the core also known as the Lanca.
On the other hand, her expression was deeply troubled, grim, and melancholic, as she observed Merciless sitting down with black blood seeping from every conceivable orifice. He was trembling, and, to make matters worse, a horrific stench filled the air. It smelled like burning oil mixed with the scent of charred monster flesh, along with something indescribable, beyond comprehension.
