The divine magic of the dog burned at Keith's shield. But he could still withstand most of it thanks to his unique constitution.
The divine dog looked stunned. Its expression made the magic surrounding Keith sharper and deadlier. The magic was observing Keith now, waiting for the opportunity to strike at him.
"You did not lose your magic? That is impossible. My mistress's curse is supposed to be eternal and binding. A punny human like you should not be able to avoid it."
The divine dog growled out in frustration. It moved forward and backward in its frustration and then looked at Keith with a vigilant eye.
Keith was not sure if the divine dog could figure out his secret or not. But the air was beginning to crush Keith's insides now.
The magic might have not affected Keith but the after-effects of magic surely did. The divine dog noticed this as soon as Keith began to have problems breathing.