Thalina stared at him.
"What…?" she whispered.
The stag's gaze softened. "Tharion should have died hours ago."
Her breath hitched.
"But he didn't," he continued. "Because you are keeping him alive."
Thalina's mind went blank.
She just stood there, lips slightly parted, blinking in disbelief.
Had these creatures finally lost their minds?
She—a weak, ordinary female—was keeping a four-striped Beastman alive?
That was impossible. Absolutely, completely insane.
She shook her head. No. She couldn't accept this.
"No, no, no," she said firmly, taking a step back. "I—look, I barely have any strength left! How can you say I'm keeping him alive? That makes zero sense!"
"You are different, Thalina. We can feel it," it said, its silver eyes gleaming.
She shook her head. "No… that doesn't make sense. I barely have any cultivation prowess."
The stag gave her a knowing look. "Then tell me, Thalina—why is he still breathing?"
She opened her mouth—then shut it.
