Tayo opened his mouth wordlessly, his eyes looking back at the tent where Niniola lay. He still could not believe how someone like Niniola would have wound up in this form and shape that she was.
If this was the case, what was the probability that Sunday had even been able to get down to Earth? But then he could not think about it like that because if that had been the case, then the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf that did bring Niniola to them would have never been alive to have done that.
It was of common fact that the soul bond beasts would most likely exhaust themselves than for their host to be taken out in the battle because in most cases, when the host of a soul bond was dead, then it was as good as killing the soul bond inadvertently.
