Grey's mouth fell open as he processed the notification. This new skill was powerful—more powerful than he could've imagined.
Grey sighed and pressed a hand to his forehead, his mind swirling. He looked down at Wendy's now-peaceful form, feeling both relief and regret. She was alive, her breathing steady and color returning.
But he hadn't wanted it to be like this.
By saving her, he'd unintentionally bound her to him through the 'Necrotic Pact'.
'This wasn't what I wanted.' he thought bitterly. He'd saved her, but at a cost.
The skill had essentially made her his—her loyalty, even her strength, now linked directly to him.
He felt a pang of guilt, knowing her freedom was lost to this bond he hadn't fully understood.
Just then, Amy pointed, interrupting his thoughts:
"Look! Her body… it's healing." She sounded relieved, her voice soft with wonder.
