Freya's eyes were sharp as she stared at Ouroboros. The white werewolf stood before her, his muscular form exuding an overwhelming physical might that was impossible to ignore. While she lacked unique tools like the A.I. Chip, the Viking princess was a seasoned warrior, and her instincts told her that Ouroboros had grown significantly stronger.
"Your strength has grown a lot," she remarked, her voice carrying both admiration and curiosity.
Ouroboros showed a small smile at her words before softly nodding. "Thanks to my racial talent, I can grow stronger by consuming flesh," he explained. "Overlord had kept nearly one hundred Leviathan warriors for my consumption, each of them carrying the energy of a High Champion. However, I have reached my limit."
