"You'll get results," Vegeta said, the smirk settling into something with actual teeth behind it. Dark energy crackled around his fingertips — black lightning that left no afterimage, as if it absorbed light rather than produced it. "One dead goblin leader. I'll bring you confirmation. Head, body, whatever format suits your paperwork."
"Confirmation of death is sufficient," Aldric said.
"Efficient. I respect that." Vegeta stretched — a casual, unhurried motion, his joints popping, his shadow stretching with him in a way that didn't match the angle of the sun. "Where exactly is this settlement?"
Aldric unfolded the map and held it out. "Southern forest. Approximately sixty miles from Clover City, near the Iron Fang orc territory. Last confirmed activity here—" he pointed to the circled area "—but the settlement has likely expanded since the scouts marked this."
Vegeta studied it for roughly three seconds. Then he handed it back without taking it with him. "Got it."
