All that was left of the Kishi Demon was a vibrantly crimson medallion that hadn't melted even by his terrifying flames.
Damian gazed at it internally for some time. His transformed senses probed its surface, searching for weakness or meaning or anything that might explain what this object truly was. The runes carved into its crystalline face seemed to shift when he focused on them directly, dancing away from comprehension like fish fleeing a predator's shadow.
Nothing.
He couldn't find anything useful on it. The medallion kept its secrets behind walls he didn't currently have the knowledge to breach.
So he chose to spit it out for now.
The crimson crystal emerged from his massive jaws and floated before him, spinning slowly in the air as residual Mana from his flames kept it suspended. It caught the light of the clearing skies and threw crimson reflections across the scorched landscape below.
The skies finally seemed to calm.
