"Leisha, what's wrong? If you can't bear it, let Dorothy take your place for now."
Supporting the princess, Shade hurriedly offered his suggestion in the rain.
"No, our souls are connected. Even if I go to Tobesk, this curse will still..."
Though she had been steadying herself by gripping Shade's arm, she actually took a step forward. Shade immediately tightened the fishing line, only to feel a powerful force tugging him forward as well.
This did not feel like Leisha's strength. She was moving forward very slowly. It was more like the fishing line was connected not only to Leisha, but also to something invisible.
"What's going on?"
Shade braced his shoes against the soft beach, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it against the top of the princess's wet hair.
"Silver Moon!"
Silver light spilled from his palm, not dazzling at all. But when that Holy Silver light shone on Leisha's face, black smoke unexpectedly rose from the swollen Fishman tattoo:
"Leisha, quick, the Curse Breaking Stone!"
The staggering people passed by the two of them. After bumping into Shade, they would take the initiative to detour around him.
Shade hurriedly reminded her. The slightly more clear-headed princess raised her hand and touched the ruby at her right ear. As she pulled out a slender red ribbon, the ugly Fishman tattoo actually began to move.
"Ah!"
Leisha felt pain, but only let out a muffled groan as she endured it. She guided the red ribbon at her fingertips, trying to bind the Fishman tattoo moving across the surface of her skin. But the tattoo was extremely agile, crawling along the skin of her face as it tried to move through her neck toward her heart.
Shade was shocked. If the tattoo moved from her face to the front