The garden was silent, save for the ragged breathing of the Fox King. Ren lay in Roxy's arms, his body heavy and feverish, the black veins on his chest pulsing in an almost disgusting way.
"I can fix this," Roxy said again, her voice steady.
Ren let out a weak, bitter chuckle. "You cannot fix a soul that has been eaten, Roxy. I am hollow."
"You're not hollow," Roxy corrected, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "You're just running on empty batteries. And lucky for you, I'm a generator."
Fucking hell, I was comparing myself to a damn machine.
She closed her eyes, trying to hold off the urge to laugh. That was damn cringey.
This 'Soul Tether'... feeding him my vitality. Be straight with me. Is this like those wuxia novels? Is this Dual Cultivation?
[System Query: Analyzed.]
