Teresa was sitting peacefully in the car, imagining her new life with her husband, unaware of the fight outside.
Vritra again teleported in front of the broken old man, who was coughing and had such a bad injury, but it wasn't life threatening.
Leaning forward, he held Sir Giant by his head and pulled him out of the rubble.
"Since you are so confident about being able to protect her, then let's see if you truly can."
Then he activated an innate ability of his new race.
[Devouring the Giant's Physique!]
Instantly, the place was filled with Sir Giant's painful groans as his body began to deteriorate, and energy started flowing into Vritra's body.
It wasn't mana, but the very energy that made up his body. His physique was getting stolen.
"S- Stop, cough…" Sir Giant couldn't even speak properly as he coughed out blood, feeling weaker and weaker.
Vritra wondered if he should take out his core too, but that would certainly kill this old man.
