Completely at odds with the ravager's brutal appearance.
The core was light brown, almost golden, translucent in places, like polished amber. Shimmering particles drifted slowly within it, suspended as if in thick liquid, catching the light every time it moved. It didn't glow aggressively—just a quiet, steady brilliance, like it was breathing.
Lavayla smiled before she could stop herself.
"…Wow."
Mirek watched her reaction closely. Then his gaze dropped to the core, back to her face, and—just as she leaned away, satisfied—
He pushed his hand forward.
Lavayla stopped short, staring at him. "…Huh?"
"Take it," Mirek said calmly. "I'm giving it to you."
Her head snapped up. "What? Why?"
"Because I don't need it."
She frowned, instinctively rejecting the idea. "That's a mid-tier beast core. You can't just—"
"I already have the condensed primal plants," he interrupted evenly. "And you've taught me how to absorb them."
