It hit like a punch to the gut. No, as if Vacuse swallowed a volcanic ball. He opened his mouth to scream, but his throat was burning, and he could only let out a whizzing sound.
Blood fell from his eyes, and his flesh twisted as if it would tear free from his quaking skeleton.
But he gritted his teeth and forced his will to keep what he ate in. His insides rolled like a boiling sea, and just like Rith promised, he began to refine the flesh that he ate.
What was left for Vacuse was to control the massive amount of energy that followed, and he forced it down his soul space, throwing it at his core with all the roaring power that he could muster.
He trembled, his body turned rigid, and all he could do was sit there, sweating. His face was pale, and his eyes tightly shut. He looked as if he would fall over in the next instant.
"...the flesh... is more powerful than it seems, Vacuse. We must use everything we have for this one. You'll crumble!"
