Soma looked blankly at the Undead beside him, who had suddenly become brimming with fighting spirit. His furry head involuntarily tilted to one side, earning him a head pat from Perfect Baldhead, who had been standing beside him ever since recalling his companions.
"Hm?" Soma did not get angry... the Tigerfolk, adopted because of his cuteness, had long grown used to humans unconsciously patting his head.
Especially since this Undead was the adoptive parent of a fellow Beastkin descendant.
Perfect Baldhead said with a cheerful smile, "Tyson asked me to tell you that while there are still many things he cannot quite let go of, his soul can feel that you are his family.
"At least there is one thing that can make him a little happy: you are alive, and so is he."
Soma's round eyes blinked softly, and he revealed a heartfelt smile. "Ah! Being alive is a kind of fortune.
"Besides... sometimes, having a soul with nowhere to belong is better than being bound by layer upon layer of shackles."
For Beastkin like them... unless a Greater Divine Power was willing to withstand Gruumsh's pressure on their behalf, even after death, their souls could only go to the battlefield of Asura and fight for Gruumsh until they completely dissipated.
The twin-tailed girl raised her eyes at the Snow Old Dog who had just sent her a message. Xue Yunfeng nodded slightly.
The Tigerfolk did not notice the silent exchange among the Undead. Though his senses were sharp, everything he had encountered today had left him somewhat confused, making him much slower to react to the outside world.
There was actually much Soma had not said aloud... Beastkin could indeed have offspring, but even if they married only among themselves, the passing of generations would gradually dilute the