Two figures lay unconscious in the snow beside Lily's massive form.
One was a woman, the other a man, both looking like they'd been put through hell and barely survived.
"Ashley Blackheart... Admond Ashford."
Damian's voice came out quiet, the names falling from his lips as recognition hit.
Indeed, they were the same two who'd been captured by the SFD after the Tranquil City attack, the traitors who'd joined the Shadow Council.
Damian's eyes tracked over their forms, cataloging the damage.
Both had lost weight, their frames looking gaunt and malnourished compared to the last time he'd seen them fighting Yara.
White hairs streaked through Ashley's black and Admond's grey, the kind of premature aging that came from extreme stress and trauma.
But most importantly–
'Their S rank Aura cores have been crippled.'
He could sense it, the way their bodies felt hollow and broken, like vessels that had been shattered and poorly reassembled.
