And they were learning that overwhelming force and perfect coordination weren't enough against someone who could reshape the battlefield itself, who could turn their own enhanced blood against them, who fought with a combination of raw power and tactical intelligence that exceeded anything they'd been programmed to handle.
But they didn't retreat.
Couldn't retreat.
Their programming wouldn't allow it.
So they adapted their tactics again, this time spreading out more, attacking from maximum range, and trying to wear him down through attrition rather than confrontation.
It was a sound strategy.
It wouldn't save them.
Jorghan's eyes blazed brighter, the bloodline offering more possibilities, more abilities, and more ways to kill those who threatened his family.
And he embraced every single one.
The slaughter continued.
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Imperial Command Post - Northern Ridge
Constance watched through enhanced vision as her Haelves died one by one, her expression carved from ice.
