Chapter 135: The Marks of Resolve

Thelma Zane's POV I pressed on, trying to convince my father of my plan, my words carrying an edge of desperation. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and helplessness as he finally asked, “Even if I were to agree, what can you possibly achieve in your current condition? You’re barely strong enough to sit up. Moving you anywhere would just mean transferring the tubes and machines keeping you alive to a different location.” “I know,” I replied firmly, refusing to waver. “But I also believe there’s a way to at least slow down this mutation temporarily. If the purification rune can purify my blood through the conduits, why can’t we engrave it onto my body—or even my soul? Maybe that will buy us the time we need.” The shock on my father’s face was immediate and unfiltered. “This is reckless and dangerous!” he exclaimed, his voice rising with concern. “Absolutely not. Such a thing could permanently harm you.” “But isn’t Dorothy undergoing something similar?” I countered.