The shield trembled as the creature pressed harder against it, its grotesque face contorted with hunger.
Its claws scraped, dragging against the barrier with a sickening screech, a sound that made Thalina's teeth clench so hard her jaw ached.
She forced herself to stay focused.
Her mind replayed the words from the book. The eyes. That was its weakness.
Then there was only one answer.
She had to attack its eyes through the shield—without breaking it.
"Tharion, will it be possible to use my power to attack it without destroying the shield?" she asked seriously, barely blinking as she met his gaze.
Tharion stared at her like she'd finally lost her mind.
"Thalina… are you doing okay?" His voice wavered between disbelief and exhaustion. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She didn't need him to say more. She could see it in his face.
He thought she was weak.
She a was female. She had low cultivation prowess.
