[Life Essence: + 19]

"Good, it's increasing bit by bit."

Lilith's Life Essence was gradually increasing as she and her "family" hunted more daemons. Her level had reached 18, a little more and she would hit the ceiling and then evolve.

She observed her surroundings filled with the carcasses of massacred of Lower-Orcs. These Lower Orcs averaged at LVL 15 to 18. There were over 13 of them on the ground. Their original pinkish skin was now nearing black.

It was a sight to behold, and Lilith was not expecting it to be this easy to hunt them.

She used Miasmic Expulsion to weaken these daemons and though she was prepared for a long and drawn-out fight, to Lilith's surprised, Dhampy suddenly exploded with a display of unbelievable level of skill.

Lilith found Dhampy's ability to wield the sword to be exemplary. It was strong and swift, she was efficient and she targeted the vitals so nicely that her targets would be gravely injured or even die on the spot.

Such a thing made Lilith doubt who Dhampy truly was.

She was too good at handling the sword to be a common-tier daemon. But even then, Lilith tried to see the bright side of things as to not blind herself with doubt and distrust.

"As long as she doesn't do anything bad, I can make sure she will not become a problem."

She was assured of Dhampy's loyalty; it was at 35%, at least Lilith was assured she wouldn't get stabbed in the back.

Right now, the only problem was Sylva.

"Get back here... oh no, ahhhh." Sylva, who was hunting an injured Orc, managed have the situation turn against  herself and was now running away for dear life.

She was too tense, too clumsy, and most important of all, she was too weak. Lilith was no professional in combat, but she at least got the gist of it and got used to the process after a few hunts.

'Quite frankly, she's useless...but she's also trying her hardest...' Struggling to survive, clinging to what little skill she had, Sylva was going after enemies she could not beat to still be a part of the family Lilith told her she was a part of.

Lilith smiled, thinking, 'This is going to be hard to work.'

Sylva moves like a newbie, who think swinging a sword at an enemy without direction and intent would do the job.

She was too green in terms of swordsmanship.

'Even I can do better than her if I try.'

[You're yapping like that but you still let her come... are you sure you want to let her continue? If she dies, the Chain Quest would disappear and the rewards would go poof.]

Even still, Lilith did not stop Sylva. She could see the sweat trickling down Sylva's temples then bounced off of her lashes.

Lilith watched as Sylva gripped the sword with both hands. Using her momentum, Sylva turned her body and placed her body weight into a single swing and against the pig-like Orc that towered over her.

Shiicckkkk

"Puhiii!"

Accompanied by a pained shriek, blood gushed out of its body . Sylva's green simple one-piece dress was dyed red with blood. Lilith could see terror flash in Sylva's eyes. She froze up, listening to the Orc's death throes she herself cut down.

Sylva's knees buckled and was forced to her knees. Unable to stand up after killing a single Orc. Her hands, which held the sword now trembled.

The shriek of an Orc originated from behind her. She turned around in horror seeing another Orc had sneaked up behind her. She wished to stand and pick up her weapon so she could fight back, but the shock and fear of killing were still present weakening her even more.

The Orc swung its wooden club with clear intention. Sylva flinched, seeing that her end was about to come. But just like before, she struggled in the face of death, she screamed in defiance of traveling to the other side.

"I won't die!"

Rolling to the side, she dodged Orc's club. Feeling the sword in her hands, she planted her feet on the ground and scampered towards the Orc, and plunged the cold steel to its side.

"Puhii!"

Once again, it wailed in pain before dying. Sylva killed for a second time, it filled her with great fear and anxiety.

Barfff!

She vomited the contents of her stomach upon showering with blood for a second time.

[Sylva: Level up.]

Lilith nodded her head as she acknowledged the struggles of the weak Sylva. 

[I guess you are wrong with your words. That lass is a warrior after all.]

'I say she's going to have it hard, but not exactly impossible.'

[...you got me there.]