"Ah…"
Under the devoted care of the fairies, his hands, which had been moving frantically, began to feel heavier.
His cheeks, constantly chewing, were no exception.
Beyond just a sore jaw, his previously insatiable stomach began to feel satisfied, though his hands and mouth did not cease their activity.
The manifest soul, devoid of a physical body, demanded a great deal of magical power and vitality.
It was inevitable to consume a lot, given that he had just been born to replenish what was being used up.
Especially since the wings were consuming magic like a hungry beast.
