A Brand-New Skill Grim Harvest

A final, furious roar tore loose from the Hollowgale Tyrant's throat, and then it simply stopped.

Kael's storm of strikes had finally burned through the last of its reserves.

The eerie, writhing wind around its body guttered out, scalding blood pouring freely from the wound in its chest, and the whole towering mass of it crashed to the canyon floor like a felled monument.

A wave of experience rolled off the corpse and washed over the whole party at once Kael and all three companions leveling up in the same golden flare of light.

A second wave followed close behind, this one made of coin and steel. Gold and gear crashed down in a glittering avalanche, piling up around the fallen Tyrant until the wreckage nearly buried half its own body.