"Boss, c'mon! Let us have a look again!"
As a small group of 5 start rushing back to where they came from in a greedy panic of what they just found and collected, the leader of the group responds.
"NO!! YOU IDIOTS!!! Do you have any idea what we just found!?!"
"This is my—I mean our key to success in the batch!"
"This is not some cheap shiny thing you can just look at, or take lightly."
"It's something the boss Dezcrin needs to see, NOT YOU BOTTEM FEEDERS!!"
While taking a shallow sign another of the group takes a peaking sight towards the item in his Peripheral vision while saying.
"But boss, can't we have just a teeny, tiny, itty-bitty look?"
The leader of the group grabs and pulls the person asking the question close while they are still running away from the spot they had just found the item from.
"NO, YOU CANNON FODDING IDIOT!!!"
Slow pulses of dark light in a torn ragged cloth held tight within the the person's chest is slowly spewing golden crimson mist, as it craves for something special...
And that something special, needs to meet it's special end...