Anon chortled happily.
With great eagerness, he found more room in his stomach.
Out of anger, Anon once promised that he'd consume Bolan's flesh and drink his blood.
Now, he was only fulfilling said promise.
"Would you recreate your body?" Anon asked aloud.
Not getting a response, he frowned.
"Ah, will your body reform inside of me then?" Anon asked aloud.
Not getting a response, his frown deepened.
"Father, can you enlighten my soul? Will his body reform inside of me?" Anon asked aloud.
Not getting a response, his face showed a hideous scowl.
"Seth! Will his body reform inside of me?" Anon asked aloud.
Not getting a response...
Seth's cheeks were hot, his pale face was bright red.
But he covered his cheeks with one hand, stepping out of the shade and onto the open field, replying to Anon, "N-No, I don't think it can."
"Is that so?" Anon glanced towards Seth and nodded.
