In the confinement room.
"Are you done? Are you done? Ah?"
The demon was about to collapse.
Although he had been eating malice since he was born, and he was not used to the sweet kindness of the colorful mist, it was not entirely inedible.
In the beginning, there wasn't much colorful mist. It was just that it was an eyesore and it was his first time eating it, so he wolfed it down like crazy.
But now, there was too much of the colorful mist that was filled with 'goodness'. He had lived for so many years, and even the most common' malice 'was only in the form of mist.
This 'kindness' had actually condensed into thick clouds!
It drowned his entire body.
"Don't come, don't come. I beg you, I really can't eat so much, sob sob sob..."
The demon sobbed in the confinement room.
The sweetness in the 'kind' colored mist made him nauseous, but he couldn't help but feel intoxicated.
