The coral-jawed Daemon's corpse began to shrink.
Simon kept his palm pressed against its chest as Devour pulled at everything inside it. The rain kept falling around him, but he no longer noticed it.
His attention was inside the corpse.
As always, he began with the physical attributes. They were the easiest thing to devour, and they flowed into him almost at once.
But this time, the feeling was different.
The coral-jawed Daemon had been a Minor Demon King, and his body had been built for the deep sea. His flesh was dense. His bones were thick and heavy, layered like coral, made to endure crushing pressure at the bottom of the ocean.
When those attributes entered Simon's body, his own flesh grew denser. His bones grew heavier and harder. His muscles tightened around them like steel cables being pulled taut.
His constitution rose more than anything else.
His strength followed, though not by as much.
