Silver Fang

'Those three aren't infernal beasts,' Dyon thought to himself, still rotating the odd marble in his palm.

In truth, he was in no state to fight. His injuries were terrible, there was still a hole in his chest right through his heart, his arm was broken and his hands and feet had ghastly stab wounds in them that perfectly aligned with the lizard's teeth.

Although the infernal beast meat was slowly healing his injuries with their excess energy, he had only had a few bites till now. Considering this energy was tailor made to heal, its efficiency was far less than that of the bull-bird's energy.

Dyon's demeanor changed as an eerie calm overwhelmed him. He continued to eat, however, this time, he didn't expand and contract. His control over his runic flame seemed to have increase.