Chapter 80

Merfolk were a devoted race who believed in having life partners. They were loyal to their lovers until their death. Most merfolk would soon die of heartbreak after losing their life partners. As such, Eryndor couldn't understand why people kept leaving him over and over. Weren't human beings fascinated with his kind? Didn't humans like pretty things? Out of curiosity, Eryndor leaned into Elara's neck to take a sniff, as if she were a delectable snack. With his lips almost touching her skin, he was so intimately close to her that it seemed like they were about to make out. She smelled good… Eryndor continued sniffing Elara's scent on her neck, which he couldn't get enough of. His eyes overflowed with fervent possessiveness. Rather than being abandoned by her yet again, he figured that he should simply transform her into a motionless puppet that would not provoke him. That way, she would be able to be by his side every day. Sharp, thorny spikes emerged from the tips of his fing