Rumius the Doberman was 'meditating' but Selina felt like the dog had completely passed out. It lay on the ground with its head on the side.
The Goth girl touched its nose. Its jaw opened up and its tongue stuck out without any resistance.
"Are you sure he's alive?" Selina said.
"Of course. He's fine. He's just synthesizing his True Dust to the new body."
Bash, in his child form, approached Rumius and shook the dog. He was still out cold and didn't even react.
"Rum is dead." Bash said.
The black cat rolled his eyes. "Rum isn't dead. Just pick him up and carry him with us. We have work to do."
"Alrighty then." Bash picked up the huge Doberman and carried it on his shoulder. The dog was even bigger than the kid but the kid didn't even seem to be struggle at all.
"Where are we going?" Selina said.
"I picked up some residue foreign energy in Vieta. Probably the remnants of Zatanu's force." The black cat stroked his whiskers.
"What should we do with this place, Master?"
