Jorah stood there with orange Aura still crackling around him, but his face showed understanding mixing with wariness.
'Is this–'
Damian ignored him completely.
His crimson eyes found Victoria on stage as his voice came out flat and empty.
"You... White girl... Heal him."
Victoria snapped out of her frozen state immediately, jumping down from the stage. Her healing Aura was already glowing green before her feet hit the floor as she rushed toward them.
Murmurs exploded through the hall.
"Damian Valcor."
"He's actually here."
"Look at his eyes."
"He looks exhausted."
Damian lowered Alessio to the ground with gentle precision, letting Victoria begin her work.
Then he turned to Luna, hands sliding into his pockets, posture relaxed despite every muscle being visibly tense beneath his uniform.
"What happened here?"
Before anyone else could speak, Jorah opened his mouth.
"This little–"
