Gunnr was finally dead.

Yet, Ray felt neither joy nor excitement—only a quiet sense of release, a weight lifted from his chest.

At least Travis hadn't died in vain.

Unfortunately, Gunnr's body had been shattered into a heap of mangled flesh. There was nothing left to take as a head to offer in tribute to Travis and his comrades.

"Lucky you," Ray said coldly.

Suppressing his nausea, he reached out and absorbed the remains. Instantly, a surge of warmth flooded into him—violent and overwhelmin