Even Evil can be Swayed by Irresistible Indulgence

The High Priest's sunken eyes narrowed as he examined the packaging. 

"This is what they're raving about? Consumables in peculiar packaging? How laughable. Do they think these trifles will turn the tide of battle?"

He tore open the bag of chips with a sharp flick of his wrist, pulling one chip out and inspecting it closely.

His lips curled in disdain when he sensed the faint trace of spiritual energy emanating from the chips, "A weak infusion at best. Suitable for mortals and low-level cultivators. Hardly worth any concern."

Still, he popped the chip into his mouth, his expression skeptical as he chewed.

The crunch echoed amidst the growling of the corrupted beasts. What felt like a bland taste was followed by a burst of flavor that caught him off guard.

The High Priest's eyes widened slightly, the unexpected complexity of the taste causing a momentary lapse in his composure.