Chapter 42: Evolution of the Profane
Taryn hurried over to where Daphne lay and shook her. "Daphne? Daphne!" Daphne shook slightly and muttered something incoherent but that was enough to bring Taryn relief.
"Don’t scare me like that..." she whispered tiredly.
Her heart was thrumming in her chest and her hands were shaky, for a moment she thought that Daphne had died from the attack.
She took out her healing balm and quickly began applying it to the wound on Daphne’s head when she heard a crunch.
In her panic, she had forgotten the cause of Daphne’s state was still very much present.
Taryn immediately turned around. Behind her, slowly creeping towards the shattered door was the demon.
It had several cuts on its body dripping dark blood and it was covered in debris from being tossed around, but it was very much alive.
Taryn could not contend with a demon, if Daphne was beaten this badly then surely she would die in the first five seconds.
Why did she even need to defend her?
Daphne was no one to her, at least not anymore.
And yet, Taryn felt a sting in her heart. Before she knew what was going on, she had stood in front of Daphne, her staff pointing forward threateningly.