Damian's eyes fluttered open, the familiar ceiling coming into view with its ornate chandeliers hanging above him. There was no relief in his gaze, no excitement at returning to his body. What filled his expression instead was caution, a quiet unease that refused to fade.
The Abyss had submitted too easily.
That alone made no sense.
An entity like that would never yield without reason, and the absence of resistance only made its intentions more suspicious. Damian could not see through it, not completely, and that uncertainty sat heavily in his chest. But how was a mortal supposed to fully grasp the schemes of something that had existed for tens of thousands of years?
'I'll just be careful.'
That was the only conclusion he could reach.
