The night wrapped the room in deep shadows, broken only by the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the half drawn curtains. Damian's arm had fully regenerated. After washing away the blood and grime from the battle, he had changed into a loose set of dark nightwear. Outwardly, there was almost no trace left of the battle that had nearly claimed his life. Only the lingering exhaustion in his eyes remained.
The entire estate had fallen into an uneasy silence after everything that had happened. Lith had not merely been another subordinate. He had been one of the guards entrusted with protecting the mansion and everyone living within it. His death weighed heavily upon the household, and even the hundreds of armed guards stationed around the compound carried themselves with unusual restraint.
