Dust stirred up around Leon, carrying the sharp stench of scorched steel and the smell of static wet rust through his lungs.
Around him was a sea of iron-lizard corpses, spattered beyond regeneration.
The taste of old copper coin lingered on his tongue as he spat on the ground and continued toward the narrow entrance of the Heart of Tartarus.
A loud stone-crackling sound echoed when Leon neared the cave's entrance, but he ignored it and entered without glancing back.
Just as he vanished from sight, stones began falling off the cave and slamming on the iron-lizard corpses, plopping the last blood out of them.
With every stone that slammed on the ground, twenty corpses vanished as the ground sprawled open, swallowing them bit by bit.
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The glow of the Opal stones graced the cave when Leon stopped at its center.
