Lukas didn't stop. Not even for a breath.
The moment the last boar hit the ground, he was already moving — efficient and unhurried, working through the aftermath with the practiced calm of someone who had learned long ago that hesitation after a fight was its own kind of waste. He ordered Tommy to begin assimilating without ceremony, and one by one, after prying out the beast cores with quick, clean motions, he sent the emptied skulls sailing toward Tommy for processing.
The assimilation was smooth. Almost mechanical. The bones vanished into Tommy's frame with quiet, steady absorption, the whole process taking barely any time at all.
