Another hand landed on top of the old demon's hand.
Siri placed her hand and looked at Iwan before turning to the old demon.
"Should I use my powers?" Siri asked the old demon with a guilty look in her eyes.
With just a glance at her daughter, the old demon clicked his tongue.
'If he dies, an inner demon would take birth in her mind which would greatly impede her growth.' The old demon mumbled to himself.
In front of him was his daughter, and on the ground taking the last breaths that kept him in this world was his friend, Iwan.
It was the moment when the old demon had to take on the role of the bad guy.
The old demon looked at Iwan and then his hand which was on Iwan's forehead and then at the hand which was above his hand that belonged to Siri.