This remark gave Zane a fierce jolt in his heart.
He said softly, "But I can't be with you all the time. You are a Beastman of the land, born to run beneath the sun and stand atop high mountains, not be trapped in these deep waters."
His voice grew softer and softer, nearly a whisper.
"They are the ones who can truly protect you, but I… am just a presence of the undercurrents and abyss."
"So you're just going to leave me?"
She lifted her eyes, her gaze full of grievance.
"You don't want to stay with me at all? Not even a little bit of a thought?"
Zane's heart nearly split apart.
The pain was not a sharp stab, but the dull cutting of flesh.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a thin layer of mist had formed in them.
"Female Master…"
He called her softly, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible.
