That was Jackson through and through. A man who might risk his life for victory, reputation, or profit, but never for charity. If a thing brought him no gain, he would sooner let it rot where it fell.
Still, he did offer advice.
"I'll give you this much." Jackson pointed toward the scattered remains of the giant creatures that had attacked the wall earlier.
Broken bone fragments lay everywhere, some too large for an ordinary man to lift with ease, and strips of dense muscle still twitched where they had been hacked apart.
"There is no strict rule on what counts as muscle for your art, right? Go take some from those giant bastards. Maybe you will grow something new."
Martin paused. The suggestion actually made sense. This was the cultivation world. Stranger grafts had succeeded before.
