Ambrosial meat.
Clamp!
Pungent.
Slurp!
Full-bodied red wine.
Sensation sharply stung his tastebuds the moment his body regenerated from the vicious battle.
It was revivifying.
Rex was thrown back to his time on Humanity's side, when everything was still normal.
He had been too focused on dealing with his enemies—that he had already forgotten when he had a full and succulent meal like this. Perhaps he could have been doing this a long time ago, but an intrinsic habit cannot be erased that easily.
Time was essential.
And now, there was no more shame and guilt in him for devouring like an animal.
Especially when the food was this good.
One would call what he was doing right now disturbing, feral—a Human or a Spirit is not designed to eat like this. But he was more than that. He was also a Werewolf, a royal one at that—and devouring others is no longer different than eating a meal.
"Haah…"
Rex pulled back, gasping for air as he gulped down a big chunk of meat.
