There was a desperate feeling in his chest.
When Damon stepped into the cavern, his eyes immediately caught the traces of blood and battle.
The lingering aftereffects of a black hole still distorted the air.
Golden radiance from sun magic clung faintly to the stone walls.
It was evident.
Ranar and Godric had been here.
He walked deeper into the darkness.
Soon, figures rushed toward him in hordes.
The moment they came within reach, Damon unleashed an overwhelming killing intent.
He grabbed the first one foolish enough to approach him, drove his hand into its skull, ripped its brains free, and crushed them in his fist.
The savage display brought the entire horde to a grinding halt.
They surrounded Damon from every side.
Yet...
Not a single one dared to attack.
"A girl and a boy were here."
"Which way did they go?"
His voice was cold.
His face was a mask of darkness and wrath.
His eyes were deep and sinister, and something about his presence no longer felt human.
