With his opponent slain, Klaus let out a low whistle and got to work. He approached the nightmare carapace's carcass, dug his claws in deep, tore through the revolting, unnecessary organs, and finally wrenched free the essence core.
He grimaced.
Naturally, extracting essence cores was a filthy business. The more he did it, the more grime, blood, and stench clung to him. As such, a foul cocktail of dirt and gore soaked into his skin and clothes.
Fortunately, one of his companions carried a bottle filled with practically limitless water, so he could always rinse himself off when needed.
Still...
'This is disgusting. If only the advanced suit was still functional...'
He sighed.
Though the advanced suits engineered by humanity couldn't rival the protectiveness of Nightmares conjured by Chaos, one could argue they held the advantage in terms of functionality.
