Asmodeus raised his arm and slashed the monster's neck. The blade of the Blood Reaper sank into the stone as if it were tofu. With a sickening twist, he removed the blade and glanced up at the injured Logan and sleeping Zahir and smiled.
"It's fine, this thing is dead."
Hssss!
Black ichor erupted from the wound, spraying across the damaged floor and walls, and yet none of it touched Asmodeus or his axe. The barrier blocking the way out faded with the monster's life, and when Asmodeus checked inside the wound, he found a small green crystal the size of his fist.
"I think we can take a moment to rest, before heading out. What do you all thing?"
Logan just glanced back with a pale face before leaning against the walls and closing his eyes, the exhaustion clear.
Asmodeus tossed two health potions to Nerim, who was nursing her bruised arm. "You rely on that drill technique too much." He then threw a small pot of cream.
