Selma Payne's POV:
Soon, my assistants arrived.
Master Mary, Master Hayley, and the others rushed over with the werewolf grandmasters. What surprised me was that Master Mary was carrying Cynthia in her arms!
"Why are you here?" I couldn't care less about being polite. I shouted, "It is too dangerous here. You shouldn't be here. You'll get hurt. Go back quickly!"
However, Cynthia didn't deny it. She gestured for Master Mary to put her down and ran to me. She said seriously, "I'm needed here, Mother. You can't take care of the wounded and the battlefield alone, let alone fight against the demons. Besides, do you treat me as a child with a mortal body? My essence is just the incarnation of a ball of power. There's no such thing as life and death or any injury."
She looked at the wounded moaning behind me and said, "I can help you take care of the wounded so that you can focus on the battlefield."
