The meeting dragged on from morning until the lamps were lit. Only then did Sengoku dismiss everyone.
Loa had to admit his mark was useful. If it hadn't consumed such a terrifying amount of Life Force, deploying it on a large scale wouldn't have been difficult.
Even so, in its current form, it was still one of the Marines' trump cards. At the right moment, it could decide a battle.
Of course, they still needed to discuss the matter and settle on a concrete procedure. They had no immediate use for it.
On his way out, Loa tucked the bird's shriveled remains into his pocket.
It wasn't because he made a habit of taking his trash with him, or because he feared upsetting Sengoku. Wait much longer, and the Enemy of All Life's other effect would become apparent.
The Enemy of All Life wasn't some parasitic version of the Ice Bomb. They might look similar, but the purposes behind their creation had nothing in common.
Loa wasn't stupid. It wasn't time to reveal that yet.
Back at the courtyard, Loa greeted Arudo, asked someone to bring him food, then went to his room and took out the bird.
Anyone else who saw what he held would have jumped. The bird had somehow puffed up again, though more than half its head was missing. It stared through pitch-black eyes and cooed incessantly.
No one but Loa knew what power kept the corpse moving.
After examining the bird carefully, Loa finally relaxed. He set it on the table, picked up an apple, and took a bite, smiling with satisfaction.
"Just as I thought. Once its Life Force runs out, Death Power rapidly takes over the body. It isn't very strong in this one, but the stronger something was in life, the stronger