224 The Pleading Eyes
Selma Payne’s POV:
This was going to be troubleso. It took ti to absorb the curse, and I couldn’t make all the roots disappear instantly.
I had no choice but to withdraw from Shrek’s spiritual world and seek help from the outside world.
Master Kevin helped maintain the unstable spiritual world of my soul fragnt, so he was the most sensitive to its changes.
“Frank’s condition is getting better,” he said. “But it’s only for a while. Since just now, his condition has continued to deteriorate, accompanied by the dissipation of part of his soul.”
As he said this, there was a commotion outside.
“Silence! We’re doing a soul surgery right now. This isn’t a market!”
Master Mary couldn’t bear it anymore and roared. The voices outside quieted down, but the whispering still didn’t stop.
“Frank’s curse is rooted in his soul like a tree. I tried to devour the curse, and I succeeded. However, this curse is very cunning. Once I’ve devoured it to a certain extent, it will use its root-like tentacles to absorb Frank’s soul as nourishnt and replenish itself. I don’t dare to take the risk, so I had to stop temporarily.”
“It seems that the curse’s resurrection isn’t that fast,” Master Kevin said. “Captain Frank’s condition is much better than before, but he’s still getting worse.”
“Unless there is a way for to devour all the curses instantly, letting go of any trace of the root system can promote its resurrection.” I continued, “Before we knew it, part of Captain Frank’s soul had been consud by the curse. Yes, its desolate and broken spiritual world is the embodint. But I dare not bet on who is faster, the curse or , once the soul power is lost too much...”
“Then, this soul fragnt will be completely shattered,” Master Kevin added.
However, neither Master Mary nor Master Kevin had a way to make New Flow wrap around the entire curse.
As we were at our wits’ end, Dorothy said softly, “Why don’t you let try?”
We subconsciously looked at her.
She continued, “I have a guess. Since the curse is the sa as the pine forest, they’re both sealed demons’ creations. Also, the curse in Captain Frank’s body sounds like it has intelligence. In that case, could it be like the pine forest, that the curse we thought of was also a piece of the demonic fragnt? However, it was too small and weak, so it was mistaken for a curse.”
I was taken aback. I had to admit that this was a possibility. Demonic shards and curses ca from the sa source, so they were essentially the creation of a type of power. I could not trace the differences in their roots, so I subconsciously used the sll to distinguish them.
If it were a demonic fragnt, then it’d be easy. Dorothy pointed at the core of the Soul Model. “Even the pine forest has a heart that coordinates the entire situation. Then, could the so-called ‘curse’ in Captain Frank’s body also have such a thing? It’s this ‘heart’ that controls the ‘curse’, allowing it to paralyze our vision to live in the host’s body like a roundworm.”
This sounded like a fantasy, but it was possible in theory. Whether it was the similar appearance or the power from the sa source, it showed that it was very likely that a tiny demonic fragnt had been implanted into Frank’s soul fragnt.
As long as I could see it, finding the ‘heart’ would be as easy as taking sothing out of my pocket.
Dorothy did not say it, but everyone in the room knew what she ant.
“No, your body is weak.”
“My body is already done for!” Dorothy interrupted . This girl, who had always been kind and friendly, was now so unyielding. “I’ve said it before. If there’s no way to save everything, then I’d rather throw away my remaining value than die in a cowardly manner. Selma, I know that you understand . If it were you, would you be willing to watch a warrior with outstanding military service, who has been injured, live on in pain?”
“I...!”
Of course, I wouldn’t want that, but if it were Dorothy, I’d rather she live for as long as she could.
Perhaps this might sound a little cold, but Dorothy was my best friend, my emotional tie. I respected Frank and saw this great warrior as a friend. But between him and Dorothy, I would choose Dorothy without hesitation.
However, looking at Dorothy’s pleading eyes – not asking, but pleading – I was at a loss for words.
I knew she was begging for an acknowledgnt that she could take responsibility and a promise that I would always believe in her.
What else could I do?
I gave in. Dorothy said happily but shafully. “I’m sorry. Let’s start.”
She closed her eyes, and I felt those clear eyes surveying everything. I held her hand and brought her into Frank’s spiritual world.
The situation here was worse than before I left. New pine trees and roots had taken up most of the wilderness, and the land was drier, with cracks appearing.
In the spiritual world, Dorothy’s eyes were silver. They were as soft as the moonlight and also as bright as ink made of silver.
She only took a casual look and smiled determinedly.
“I’ve found you, little rat.”
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