"Darryl," Yvette whispered, her voice muffled. "My body feels terrible. I feel like dying…"

Yvette's eyes were bloodshot red and her body was incredibly frail. With the remaining strength she had, she could barely lift a finger. Droplets of sweat slowly rolled down the side of her beet-red face, each droplet equally tormenting.

"Don't worry!" Darryl exclaimed, trying his best to comfort Yvette despite feeling immense pressure from the severity of her condition.

He held Yvette tightly in his embrace and continued, "I've got you. Let me help you gather some internal energy first!"

Then, he proceeded to help Yvette sat upright and pressed both his hands on her back in preparation for channeling energy into her.

'Huh?' Darryl became flustered. He was dumbfounded when he realized an enormous source of internal energy within Yvette. That was the least of his worries. Yvette's internal energy gave off an evil vibe and it was almost like the internal energy originated from a demon itself.