The ensuing series of events after Maxwell and Vin's conversation was relatively tame.
The entirety of the red valley was enveloped in silence. No roaring sounds in the distance, no screechings in the sky.
Only the calm sound of streaming water, washing away dark blood, echoed. And the two silent mercenaries, walking side-by-side, stepped on the flowing water as they scoured the valley, raiding every corpse they saw, whether Slimander or not. As long as it possessed crimson cores.
They went on about it for hours. Vin picked as many crimson cores as he could and filled his sacks to the brim with them, while Maxwell calmly arranged the cores Frilo absorbed into his pocket dimension.
By the time the sun began to set, the mercenaries had gathered the cores of hundreds of beasts. And they were quite satisfied with their haul.
