After the two dragons fell—their bodies broken, their souls extinguished—Gabriel and Lilith wasted no time.
Gabriel descended to the sapphire dragon's corpse. He raised his hand, and golden light enveloped the fallen beast. In a matter of moments, the dragon's most valuable materials were harvested: scales that shimmered with innate magical resistance, crystalline claws that could pierce any armor, fangs that held traces of draconic venom, and the core—a sapphire gem pulsing with residual power. He stored them in his dimensional space with a casual flick of his wrist.
Lilith did the same with the emerald dragon, her shadow undeads assisting in the harvest, their smoky forms moving with silent efficiency. The crystals, the scales, the bones—all were collected, all were stored.
"Useful materials," Lilith remarked. "We might find a use for them later."
Gabriel nodded. "Now, let's find the core."
Of course she created shadow undead using their souls.
