She lowered her head and continued calling in Bastian's ear: "Bastian? Bastian, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell!? Bastian..."
Tara Summer called out several times, but the Dragon Beast King still didn't move, lying in her arms without any motion. It felt as if even its breathing was faint, almost negligible.
"Bastian, Bastian!?..." Tara Summer grew increasingly anxious, the ominous premonition welling up in her chest causing the color to slowly drain from her face.
Her voice unconsciously grew louder, and when the elevator door opened, the ears of the Dragon Beast King in her arms finally twitched. Tara Summer was startled, holding her breath, waiting for its response.
The next second, it became still again, just like at the beginning, extraordinarily quiet. This time its breathing was even lighter, almost as if it had passed away.
