The enhanced version completely eliminated the side effects of emotional detachment and hair loss while retaining a seemingly bottomless ceiling for growth.
It was basically a human-shaped nuclear bomb.
"Eula, let’s head back to the city and have Barbara properly treat those wounds. We don’t want them causing problems later."
By now, Kamisato Satoru’s eyes had returned to their deep black color, though there was now a faint, indescribably demonic charm between his brows.
"All right."
Eula nodded.
Girls cared about their appearance, after all, and scars left behind by this kind of Corrosion were indeed difficult to heal naturally.
Sniff...
Kamisato Satoru’s nose twitched slightly.
A familiar scent drifted over from somewhere nearby, causing a mysterious curve to appear at the corner of his lips.
It’s Aether’s scent.
Even without activating the Six Eyes, his sense of smell had become absurdly sharp after integrating the demonic-energy template.
He wasn’t in any hurry to confront Aether directly.
That guy was exceptionally good at escaping, and there was no telling who might be supporting him from behind the scenes.
Especially that mysterious Archon capable of manipulating time.
Even Satoru was somewhat wary of that one.
Far away atop a mountain peak, golden hair fluttered in the wind.
Aether stared expressionlessly at the two figures below.
A moment later, he turned and disappeared into a black spatial rift.
"Ah!"
A faint cry of pain sounded.
Eula’s face turned deathly pale as she dropped to her knees on the grass, her body swaying unsteadily.
"Eula, what’s wrong?"
"I’m just exhausted."
Eula gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Her nerves had been stretched taut during the battle, so she hadn’t noticed it before. Now that she’d finally relaxed, she felt as though every ounce of strength had drained from her body.
Kamisato Satoru chuckled.
Without another word, he scooped her up into a princess carry.
"Hey! Put me down! I’ll be fine if I just sit here and rest for a while."
Eula jumped in surprise. The instant her feet left the ground, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Kamisato Satoru’s neck, her face burning hot.
The warmth of his hand against her thigh made her so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her head against her chest.
"Stay still. It’s not safe to linger out here in the wilderness."
Holding her securely, Kamisato Satoru rose into the air and leisurely flew toward the distant silhouette of Mondstadt.
"All you ever do is boss me around..."
Eula muttered quietly.
Kamisato Satoru heard her but didn’t respond.
After all, this captain’s tsundere tendencies were practically famous.
Feeling the soft warmth through her clothes, he couldn’t help being slightly surprised.
She looked tall and slender, but her figure was actually perfectly proportioned. There was even a faint, pleasant fragrance clinging to her, as though she’d just stepped out of the bath.
Despite having gone through such a brutal battle, she somehow barely smelled of sweat at all.
"ROAR!"
Kamisato Satoru wasn’t flying particularly fast.
Halfway back, violent winds suddenly began howling around them, mixed with the faint yet deafening roar of a dragon.
Dvalin soared high overhead.
The chaotic, restless energy that had previously filled the surroundings had finally settled down.
Peace returned to the air, and even the Elemental Energy carried by the wind felt exceptionally pure.
"Hey! Don’t leave yet!"
Kamisato Satoru cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the rapidly receding figure in the sky, waving vigorously.
A fierce gust of wind swept past.
Dvalin completely ignored the call from behind him.
His enormous teal wings beat hard, and without even looking back, he sped toward Mondstadt.
Kamisato Satoru could only stare after him helplessly.
"..."
"Pfft, hahaha! Dvalin really doesn’t give you any face at all!"
Seeing this, Eula couldn’t help covering her mouth and laughing, her voice filled with amusement.
Her perception might have been nowhere near Kamisato Satoru’s inhuman level, but with her exceptional physical abilities, she had still clearly caught the faintly panicked and awkward look on Dvalin’s face as he fled.
"All I did was find a few opportunities to beat him up pretty badly."
"Who would’ve thought such a huge dragon could be so petty?"
Kamisato Satoru pursed his lips, looking thoroughly aggrieved.
"Still, you really are ridiculously strong."
Hearing him personally admit that he had beaten up the Dragon of the East multiple times, Eula couldn’t keep the genuine amazement from appearing in her beautiful eyes.
"Of course. Forget that big dragon. Even if Barbatos himself showed up, I reckon I could put him flat on the ground."
Kamisato Satoru puffed out his chest rather proudly.
Internally, he was thinking that his current template wasn’t quite exciting enough.
Maybe next time he’d switch back to Satoru Gojo and unleash a Domain Expansion, letting his enemy experience firsthand what it felt like to have their brain overloaded beyond capacity.
"Keep bragging."
Eula rolled her eyes at him.
She might not worship the Anemo Archon with the almost fanatical devotion Barbara did, but she still understood what it meant to be one of The Seven.
They were terrifying beings capable of reshaping mountains and rivers with a wave of their hands.
But just as she finished refuting him, her expression suddenly stiffened.
It was as though she’d just remembered an utterly astonishing detail.
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