The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes.
I'm nothing but weak.
I fought for so long. Fighting is practically all I've done in this life.
I killed so many. Hundreds? No... Thousands. How many thousands? More than I can count.
And I Devoured them all.
I swallowed all of them.
But I'm still weak.
What was it for?
***
"Why didn't you kill her? That Commander?" The child asked.
"I didn't have the strength to do it." The white-scaled Monster answered.
"Don't lie to me. There were times when she completely dropped her guard."
"Yeah..."
"Don't you want to become stronger?"
"I do."
"Then why didn't you do it?"
"Because... It would have also made me... Weaker." The white-scaled Monster admitted.
"Weaker? How would killing her have made you weaker? Everything you kill makes you stronger. Everything you eat makes you stronger."
