The Hydra's three remaining heads hung limp in the water, their jaws slack, their yellow eyes dim and unfocused. The soul damage had accumulated beyond what the creature's willpower could sustain. Its body was intact, its regeneration still working, but the thing that made it fight, the fury, the aggression, the four independent minds driving it forward, had been pummeled.
At that Moment, Moon cast his curse.
The skill reached out and found the hydra's near-shattered consciousness. This time, there was no resistance.
The curse sank into the creature's mind like a key sliding into an open lock.
'It worked.'
Moon felt the connection form instantly. Three minds, broken and hollow, accepting the single directive he placed inside them without question.
'I broke it down mentally. Constantly damaging its soul eroded every defense it had.'
His method had been deliberate from the start. Not a fight to kill but a fight to conquer.
