The battlefield lay wrapped in unnatural silence. Northern froze his entire body with Ice Manipulation, then warmed it back up. This left his skin slick with moisture that mingled with the blood staining his form, creating crimson rivulets that traced down his frame.
Meanwhile, both Verulanian soldiers and military forces remained frozen in place—they couldn't even attack each other anymore. They simply stood there, watching this strange and incomprehensible figure cleanse himself of blood in such an otherworldly manner.
Northern stepped away from the monster corpses, casting one final glance at them before his brow furrowed.
"I didn't even harvest the cores. Again. How careless I've become… tsk… even monsters deserve that courtesy. One mustn't forget the fundamentals."
He snapped his fingers. A clone materialized instantly, moving toward the nearest corpse and crouching down to begin its work.
Northern walked away slowly, surveying his surroundings as he moved.
