Even though Darryl's looks had changed, and Yvette could not tell it was him at first glance, there was no way she could have forgotten his voice. She knew it was him the second she heard it.

It really was him. That man would always show up when it mattered most.

Yvette was overwhelmed to the point of tears. At the same time, she was fraught with worry as she called out, "Be careful, Darryl. That Fiend Martyr's really strong. I could not take him down, even with my fiend soul."

"Don't worry!"