"D... Damian." Clara stuttered, her body trembling violently as a powerful wave of nausea washed over her.
Her breathing became erratic as she stared blankly at the bloodied figure suspended in the heavens, her mind refusing to accept what her eyes had just witnessed.
If she hadn't been supported by Corbin's divine aura, she would have collapsed from the overwhelming shock long ago. The divine energy flowing through her body was the only thing preventing her consciousness from fading as the horrifying image of Damian's heart being ripped from his chest replayed endlessly in her mind.
But it wasn't just her.
Even Corbin stared toward the heavens with an ugly expression. Despite everything he had done in an attempt to kill Damian, he would have preferred to see the human prince emerge victorious over the dragon prince.
His jaw clenched so tightly that veins bulged across his forehead as he silently cursed the outcome before him.
