Not because he wanted to prove anything, but because he couldn't let his hunger consume him unchecked.
He had learned that lesson the hard way.
Once, he would have given in the second the craving struck, tearing and devouring without hesitation.
But doing so had only pushed him further down that path—blurring the line between himself and the monster within.
Now, caution was necessary. Self-control was the only thread holding him back from becoming something worse.
It was the same reason he hadn't eaten those horned boars the moment they dropped.
Resisting—waiting—forcing himself to endure.
And yet… his lips parted slightly, his tongue brushing across them as he gazed at the boss's massive corpse.
"…But then," he muttered, voice hoarse with restraint, "it looks so yummy."
He almost laughed at the absurdity of his own words.
A few days ago, the thought of calling a monster "yummy" would have been unthinkable.
