Meanwhile, Darryl lay in the stone room motionless at the fiend camp as he tried to restore his energy.

He had a fairy soul and the power of Bird Ancestor, but Morticia's numerous lashes had done enough to render him half dead.

Just then, there was a sound from outside the room. He thought that Morticia had returned, so he hurriedly glanced at the door. Yet it remained shut, and no one entered the room.

It was then that Darryl realized there was another room adjacent to his. The noise had come from next door.

Darryl got up with much difficulty after realizing that and limped toward the door. He looked through the crack and was shocked by what he saw.

Morticia was in the hallway, and her expression was cold. A few Demon warriors were behind her as they dragged a bloodied figure with them.

The figure was completely drenched in red, and his face was deathly pale. His eyes were shut, and it was clear he was unconscious. His body ended at his knees; both his calves had been chopped o