The dissolving corpse left nothing behind – no mana core, no skill stones, not even bones or flesh that could be harvested. The white substance evaporated into the mist as if it had never existed at all.
Leon stared at the empty ground where the creature had fallen, disappointment settling heavily in his chest. He'd been excited about the prospect of hunting in the Forbidden Mist specifically for the rewards. Mana cores were essential for leveling up, skill stones could grant new abilities – these were the treasures that made dangerous hunts worthwhile. But if the creatures here left nothing behind...
"Nothing," he said flatly, his voice carrying apparent frustration. "Absolutely nothing."
