Chapter 138 - 55. Elliog
The moon had already climbed high into the sky, casting its cold gaze upon the moonlit world below.
From the wilds beyond the stables came the trill of unidentified insects. Fisher’s room was filled with a faint smell of saltpeter, yet the atmosphere mingled with something sticky, as if shrouded in darkness, leaving only simple and pure sensations.
It seemed as if time had lost its normal course here. How else could it have been afternoon just a moment ago, and now it was deep into the night?
Elliog lay gazing at the laboratory ceiling, his eyes wrapped with serpentine flames fluttering momentarily before settling. He then languidly turned to look at the man sitting beside the bed.
Fisher’s body, which had just been exercised, seemed tirelessly robust, transforming into the heaviest steam engine of the human world, ruthlessly crushing his prey—a sensation all too familiar to Elliog.
Elliog’s face, still flushed, leaned back on the bed again, his arrow-shaped tail, however, remained in his hands for play.
"Ugh, you guy, I can’t sense any ’Fallen Self’ from you... And yet, you work so hard. Do you really want me to have Little Demons?"
Fisher turned to look at her, feeling a sense of exhilaration throughout his body, as if some pent-up frustration had been released.
What Elliog said was indeed true. After exercising in the afternoon, he felt unbearably hot, but now at midnight, he felt as invigorated as when he was on the South Continent with Rafael.
Both physically and mentally, he was at his peak.