"Or just keep them there. I will deal with this myself."
Damian's voice echoed through the spacious bedroom.
The room remained warm from hours of cultivation and demonic energy circulating through the air. Thin mist lingered throughout the chamber, partially obscuring the furniture and giving the entire room an almost dreamlike appearance. Behind him, Rachel and Hazel rested against the massive bed, both visibly exhausted from months of relentless cultivation sessions.
Five months had changed all of them. Most of all, Damian.
His long black hair now reached his shoulders, streaked with vivid purple strands that seemed to glow faintly whenever demonic force moved through his body. His eyes had changed as well. The violet within them no longer resembled any natural color found among humans.
He looked less like a man and more like something slowly shedding its humanity.
"I didn't make it to demigod level."
