Elliot sighed, picked him up from Lucy's shoulder, and put him in his pocket.
"Will he be fine?" Lucy asked worriedly.
"Don't worry," Elliot said. "I won't let him die."
His words reassured her a lot.
In truth, Elliot had a way of saving it, and that was to feed it remnants of soul and cores as to nourish its nearly depleted and almost crumbling soul.
However, for that, he would've to go back to the Mystic Red Forest—a place parallel to this forest, he deduced. Of course, he couldn't do that as he needed to first deal with the serpentine devils.
"What should we do now?" Oliver asked.
"Rest and eat!"
"That sounds like the perfect plan."
"I'm exhausted!"
"Silence." Elliot's calm voice sounded in their ears, making them forget about whatever was going on in their heads. "Go and loot everything you can from this place and bring them to me."