He dismissed his weapons and looked around at the carnage.
Sixty-one. He'd killed sixty-one of them.
That was... that was a lot. More than he'd expected. More than should have been in a single den.
But he wasn't complaining.
He got to work immediately, moving from corpse to corpse, extracting the shadow goblin cores. Each one glowed with that familiar energy—the bio-electrical power that could fuel the dust rider and potentially other technology.
He worked quickly but carefully, using his sword to cut away metal plating when necessary to access the cores embedded in their chests. Some cores were intact and glowing brightly. Others were damaged from his attacks but still functional. A few were completely shattered and useless.
In total, he recovered fifty-four usable cores.
Fifty-four shadow goblin cores.
