Asher stood over the huge corpse of the Grave-class Lizardfolk. He stared at it in silence for a moment before he shook his head and tore his eyes away from it, his purple gaze scanning the surroundings, over a kilometre reduced to nothing but utter ruins.
'Where did the Fang-class Lizardfolks among their clan go?' Asher thought to himself.
He had only seen the Viel-class, Mark-class, and then the Grave-class Lizardfolks. After thinking about it for a moment, Asher chose to forget about it. Maybe the Fang-class amongst their ranks had gone hunting for food, or perhaps they didn't have any Fang-class Lizardfolks amongst them to begin with.
Asher stared at his own body, then shook his head. To him, even a beggar was cleaner than he was at this point. As he was lost in useless thoughts, his mind seemed to remind him why he was here in the first place.
'Oh yeah, the cave,' Asher thought to himself. 'Hopefully it hasn't been destroyed during the battle.'
