Selma Payne's POV:
Dorothy's voice gradually weakened, and the mind link was finally completely disconnected.
The three days felt so sad as if they had been slowed down limitlessly. I thought about the progress of the Rocky Mountains every moment, and I wished I could grow wings and fly there immediately.
As expected, Tracy and the werewolf grandmasters could not give constructive suggestions in the past three days. I understood. After all, my example could be considered a 'new research field'. It seemed difficult to find a second person who had the same experience as me. Studying me was as tricky as studying some difficult-to-treat diseases with only three or five cases.
However, it wasn't as if I hadn't made any progress. At the very least, I had given my ability a new name. It no longer had a perfunctory name like 'Devour.'
This was Master Hayley's suggestion.
