"Phew..."
Unaware of the drastic changes occurring in the Realm of the Dead, after swallowing a piece of the Canine Deity's "flesh," Leon couldn't help but let out a long breath as he felt his soul quickly filling up.
Even though the process was somewhat nauseating, he finally managed to replenish his empty soul. The previous feeling, where a mere gust of wind might disperse him entirely, was truly unsettling.
Picking up the small knife again, Leon carved a strip of black muscle from the back leg of the Canine Deity, thicker than a tree embraced by three people, and then turned to invite the female journalist.
"Want a bite?"
"No thanks..."
"Your soul has also been digested quite a bit; you should have a bite to replenish it!"
Seeing the female journalist's embarrassed look, Leon sincerely suggested:
