Life force wasn't the only thing he stole, though, as fragmented memories flooded into his mind—flashes of tactical briefings, personal regrets, and hidden vulnerabilities within the stronghold's defenses—providing him with invaluable insights.
With the commander dead, his body slumping to the ground like a discarded puppet, the stronghold's soldiers were thrown into even greater confusion, scattering like herdless sheep in the midst of a ravenous wolf, their chain of command shattered beyond repair.
Edmond made his move quickly and methodically, devouring the blind soldiers first with Abyssal Predation, their screams echoing briefly before silence claimed them, while the other soldiers fired at him without any semblance of total organization like they normally did, their shots wild and uncoordinated.
