A few moments passed as Lucien's arms grew back to their regular size. The blade clattered to the ground as it was released from his mouth, the flesh dissolving with a flare of weak blue flame. Lucien picked it up and sheathed it, then unclipping the scabbard from his waist and using it as a walking stick. Most of the corpses around him had been fully consumed, leaving only bits of gore. Others had been half-eaten by the tendrils, scars of ash and burns marking where they were fed upon. He made his way over to the epicentre of the blast and gazed upon the remains of the soldier, regretting his decision to let his inner demon reign. He could've taken valuable information from the man. Just as he was about to leave he spotted it. An intact shoulder pauldron. Lucien picked it up and turned it around so that its outer side would face him.