Jayden exhaled sharply, yanking his knuckleclaws free from the thick, armored hide of the Tremor Gator beneath him. The beast gave one last twitch before falling completely still, its lifeless bulk slumping into the snowy earth. Steam rose from the fresh wound as blood seeped out, staining the ground crimson.
He stood tall, shoulders heaving with steady breaths as he surveyed the scene. Around him, strewn across the frost-hardened earth, were the corpses of nine more Tremor Gators. Their massive bodies, once terrifying predators of the forest, now lay broken and silent at his feet.
Jayden flexed his claws once before retracting them with a metallic snap. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, then crouched to touch the fallen beasts one by one. Their bodies shimmered faintly before vanishing into his inventory, stored neatly away as loot.
