The death of the Blizzard Fox didn’t elicit a response as dramatic as one would imagine. There was no loud cheering or hollering, just a quiet calm as everyone finally relaxed. 

When it died, the several-day-long tide of beasts slowly subsided, leaving behind a battlefield where streams of blood flowed. In some places, it had already hardened into a dark purple with carcasses strewn across the land. 

In the past, a wild celebration would follow tides like this because beast parts were extremely valuable, along with body collection. Bodies and carcasses would start rotting if left out for too long, and nobody wanted a pandemic. However, no one cared about the battlefield that had been strewn with...