We decided to haul the corpse back to the camp and craft something with it, anything that could be of any help. But it turned out to be pointless because as soon as Bob grabbed it, it disintegrated into a pile of dust.
"What's the meaning of this Bob? what did you do?"
Luke jumped to the conclusion that it must have been Bob the one who did something wrong, but I was paying close attention and he did nothing.
"Calm down Luke, I don't think it's his fault. It looks like after the corpse was drained of its mana it's stability was so low it simply disintegrated and there's nothing Bob could have done to avoid it."
Bob was still shaken up by the strange phenomenon and held on to the tiniest part of the beetle's paw that was left in his hand.
"So, now we don't have a corpse what should we do? should we keep hunting for something to eat?"
Disclaimer, next chapter can be a little too graphic.
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