The dark divine energy burned Asmodeus in a violent, corrupted flame. Yet he refused to scream and draw attention from the other women. He endured the agony of being eaten from the inside, the divine energy gouging deep into his physical and spiritual bodies.
"Ngh.... Hrrk...."
A thick and putrid flow of blood vomited from his lips the moment it touched the wooden table, melting the entire thing. It created a foul, sour stench while sizzling through anything it touched, but after being exposed to the air, it soon vanished.
'I feel weak...' Asmodeus leaned over Levia, but his arms became weak, trembling slightly as he fell onto her soft body. He closed his tired eyes, cushioned by her soft and spongy breasts, causing the knight to let out a low groan, but her eyes only flickered. "Are you alright... Levia?"
