Blessed Steel

Even though there was a considerable chunk of the colossus left uneaten, Sunny ordered Imp to return. By the time the small creature climbed back to the surface of the island, the members of the cohort had gathered around Sunny. 

"Huh? Wait… the little rascal looks different!"

Indeed, Effie was right. The scrawny fiend was different from how he had been before. Firstly, he had grown — just a few days ago, Imp was barely as tall as Sunny's knee, but now his head was on the same level as Sunny's abdomen. 

The vital areas on his wiry body were now covered by black plates that resembled a suit of light armor, each glinting with a dark metallic sheen. The same went for his long, sharp claws and triangular teeth. 

Imp's face twisted in a grotesque grin, and he raised his chin. 

After that, the little fiend threw a furtive glance at Nephis. 

Sunny smiled.