Lanling stared into its eyes.
It truly wasn't lying; even in the face of death, its eyes were immensely proud.
"Near-Human Tribe, you may leave!" The three-headed Chimera Beast said, "I don't want anyone watching me die. Consider it as a favor I owe you. You can collect my corpse, which should be very precious to you."
Lion Kings, Tiger Kings, such leader-class animals, all seek a solitary place to die, not allowing any creature or person to witness it. It is their unique dignity and pride.
"Near-Human Tribe, you may leave, leave! Even if I die a thousand times, ten thousand times, I will never become anyone's mount, especially being forced into servitude by death." The three-headed Chimera Beast said, "I am about to die soon, I don't want anyone watching me die, I ask you to leave."
Its eyes could no longer open.
Death was merely moments away.
Death had already descended upon it.
Lanling nodded, then turned to leave.
