The very feeling wracked through my body as the figure hit the wall and slumped onto the floor. I didn’t even need to look to know it was Daphne as her blonde head, dirtied by dirt and singed by fire, hung low. Pure fury coursed through my body at seeing my beloved hurting and in pain. My anger couldn’t be contained as my magic seemed to have cleansed the air of the room. But what really caused my blood to boil was the Abyssal Lord slowly walking across the entrance, towards Daphne. 