Absorbing Corpses For Energy

The sight of the garden was a grim reminder of the carnage I'd just wrought. Blood stained the grass, and the corpses of the so-called assassins lay scattered like discarded toys. The air reeked of death, and the night's chill seemed to sink deeper into my bones as I glanced around, weighing my options.

I felt the boy's faint breaths against my back, his small frame almost weightless. He needed rest—somewhere secure where he couldn't hurt himself or escape. Yet, there was the matter of the corpses. My emblem pinged softly in my mind, presenting a notification:

[Absorb corpses for energy? Yes/No]

It was tempting. The energy would help replenish my reserves and push me closer to my goal of reaching Iron V by the end of the night. But it felt wrong to do so while the boy was unconscious on my back. He might wake up in the middle of it, and that wasn't a conversation I wanted to have.