Adam's swords cleaved through the basilisk's carcass. Muscles were torn, and archaic scales clinked on the ground like coins, making Yann's stomach churn with desire. This amount of wealth could secure a manor in the lower noble district of any major city. Even the capital wasn't off-limits as long as one had the right relationship, like he did. But what made his breath come out ragged was the core Adam pulled out from the beast's stomach.
It was shaped like a diamond, flickering between ethereal grey and unholy green light—as if mirroring the basilisk's favorite diet. A magus-level beast core with soul and demonic affinity. From memory, he couldn't recall having read about such a thing in the archipelago's history. He knew some things were never meant to be recorded, but even then, he doubted more than a handful had ever witnessed something similar. As for its value...
