"You'll never find an antidote if you killed me," The doll growled, "Arad would just wither and die with time, losing his mind like he has a rotted brain with dementia,"
Eris turned around, seeing Arad looking down at the ground as Zia carried him, something seemed off as his eyes flashed with sparks of purple magic.
"How is he doing?" She shouted.
"I don't know," Zia shook Arad, "Can you hear me? Say something,"
Arad's muscles pulsed and expanded for a moment, surprising Zia.
"Wait…" The doll gasped, "Why is he in his human form? He shouldn't be able to maintain it," She stared at him and would be sweating if she wasn't a doll.
