The fading glow of the grenade explosions left a scorched crater in the vibrant terrain filling the air with the acrid scent of burnt moss and shattered stone.
The Tech Core pinged with a series of notifications, and Adrian confirmed them all, allowing for the harvest of the 2-Star magic crystals from the obliterated Maulers.
He dismissed the prompts for their mangled remains as there were too damaged to be of use.
"Turns out to be an overkill with the 2-Star grenades," he muttered, shaking his head. "Should've saved those for something bigger."
His thought was cut short as a lightning bolt cracked through the air, slamming into his helmet with a ~ZAP!~
The Power Suit's exterior absorbed the brunt, but the impact sent a jolt through his nerves, and the suit's durability ticked down slightly.
[Durability: 98%]
Adrian's eyes widened as he scanned the horizon. "What the—?"
