Psychic power could do anything. Unfortunately, Ovisus was no expert in psychic healing, and the Drukhari Neurotoxin Rifle was far too potent. Even her desperate efforts did nothing. Lady Malys's cells were dying one by one, and her brain was probably already dead.
Sweating with anxiety, Ovisus suddenly jumped when Lady Malys turned her head and glared at her. Anyone would be startled if a dead person glared at them.
"My lady! Don't move, and don't speak. I'll do everything I can to heal you." Ovisus did not dwell on how Lady Malys had survived the neurotoxin. As long as her patient was alive, that was good news.
"I can't hold on... psychic power is precious... don't... waste it. Activate... activate the Spear of Isha. Cut... the Web... way. For... for the Aeldari." Lady Malys even reached out and laid a hand on Ovisus's shoulder to encourage her.
"Your... power isn't enough. Hols... has the power... of the ancestors. The two of you... together..." Lady Malys seemed to run out of strength after that, and her arm fell.
Only Lady Malys's eyes remained fixed on Ovisus, as though ordering her to activate the Spear of Isha immediately.
Ovisus wavered deeply. She wanted to save her, but she dared not betray Lady Malys's expectations. After all, severing the Webway and saving more people was the more rational choice.
Seeing that Ovisus still had not moved, Lady Malys lifted her head in a final rally of strength and shouted, "Go! Don't become a sinner against the Aeldari!"
At the same time, she ordered the surrounding Incubi, "If this Prophet goes to activate the Spear of Isha, protect her with your lives. If she refuses, kill her!"
As her bodyguard, Tyranda pulled Ovisus up, lifting her hands away from Lady Malys's chest. If