The moment Valentine's body crumbled to ash in Satou's grip, the Devouring completed its work.
And Satou's world exploded with new sensations.
It wasn't like his previous absorptions. When he'd devoured goblins, orcs, dungeon monsters—even powerful beings like Vegeta or the Nightmare Demon Lord Merc Assault—the process had been straightforward. Their abilities, their knowledge, their essence flowed into him and integrated smoothly with his existing power structure.
This was different.
This was painful.
Divine power—pure, concentrated holy energy—flooded into Satou's demonic-draconic form like molten metal poured into water. The two forces should have been incompatible. Should have torn him apart from the inside as opposing energies tried to occupy the same space.
