"Demon!"
Marzana could not form complete sentences due to the dizziness that was still assaulting her mind.
Panic was written all over her face as she curled up on the cushioned bench.
Her whole body was trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
Demons were the enemy of the world.
Every creature would feel the evilness at the smallest speck of demonic power.
This aspect affected elves more than the other races.
They were the race closest to nature, and thus they could feel the impurities of demonic power more vividly.
Moreso for Marzana, who was a direct descendant of the royal lineage— born with the purest elven bloodline.
Regis could not help but facepalm before mustering the courage to take a slow step towards her.
"No! Don't—"
However, this action of his only scared Marzana further.
"Please, no—"
Seeing her intense reaction, Killian could not help but feel guilty.
He whispered towards Regis, "Boss, couldn't you have gone a bit easier on her?"
