At first he had thought about making the Krell specialize in long range combat with bows.
He dropped the idea quickly.
Without new body parts to improve their precision and dexterity, they simply would not be able to use bows well.
He clicked his tongue. 'I should have tried to consume the Ravagers back in the fight.
I was too focused on looking for the alpha.'
The thought bothered him.
His last battle against the knight in the dungeon was still clear in his mind.
That fight had pushed him to win as fast as possible and avoid any risk.
It had worked, but now he started to see the price.
He had missed chances.
He exhaled and shook his head.
There was no point thinking about it now.
He would make up for it later.
Ben walked toward the command space and glanced at the empty stockpile.
He checked his inventory and frowned.
No food.
"I put the last hundred stalks back at the base...
Should have kept some out," he muttered.
