Dante's concern for Sharla weighed heavily on his mind as they prepared to confront the high witches and high-order demons guarding the Dark demonic headquarters. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger, facing challenges that surpassed her current capabilities. Still, he respected her determination to prove herself and respected her wishes to face her own trials.
Liah, sensing Dante's inner turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I understand your worries, Dante," she spoke softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But we must trust Sharla's judgment. She is strong-willed and determined, and I believe she has the strength to face whatever lies ahead."
Dante nodded, his gaze fixed on the looming headquarters. "You're right, Liah. Sharla has always been headstrong.
