Silas raised his hands, channeling mana into concentrated beams. The remaining Sidhe, though swift, couldn't outmaneuver his attacks. He anticipated their movements, adjusting his aim with deadly precision. One by one, the Sidhe fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground as the mana beams struck true.
With the last Sidhe dispatched, Silas rushed to Tiffany's side. He pressed his fingers against her neck, relief washing over him as he felt a steady pulse. Her breathing was normal, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. She was alive, merely unconscious.
The air filled with shouts and calls as more Sidhe searched for him. Silas knew he didn't have much time before they converged on his location. He quickly checked his system notifications, eyes widening as he saw he had gained 10 levels. A new message appeared:
[You can evolve your demon status. Would you like to?]
Without hesitation, Silas mentally responded, "Yes."
