The fight was over, but the harvest had just begun. The promise of Sky Crystals from Titan's corpses had hardened Aegis's will into an unyielding resolve. Slaying the Earth Titans was no longer just survival; it was his path to ascension.
Aegis strode over the ravaged earth, his focus immediately shifting from combat to collection. He knelt by a substantial pool of the Titan's spilled blood and carefully scooped a handful of this viscous green liquid into his palm.
It was thick, almost gelatinous, and pulsed with a faint, unnatural warmth. He wasn't merely observing; he was performing a quick, intuitive analysis, seeking the signature of Higher Grade Genes.
The moment his internal senses affirmed the blood's enriched potency, a primal satisfaction washed over him. He swiftly called out,"Pyro!"
