Liora jumped off its back and landed on her knees, barely able to stay upright. Her hands trembled. Her shoulder was bleeding badly. One eye was nearly swollen shut.
But she stood again.
The tiger let out a low groan. It tried to move—but its limbs no longer responded. Because the remaining life force was drained by the shadows deeply. When she was busy weakening him and the tiger was fighting back, the shadows did not stop their work; they quickly drained his life force, because that was the only way they could help Liora... Their attack was practically useless against such a high-level beast when they were just souls of low-level mutated insects.
The tiger's chest rose and fell unevenly now. His once furious gaze had dulled, but there was still something left there—a sliver of defiance, a wild refusal to give up even in death. His jaw trembled, a weak snarl bubbling from his throat.
