Damian sat back down and gently rubbed his forehead, a deep frown settling across his face. He had thought he was being too harsh on Elsa when he accused her of trying to use him to fulfill Lazarus's ambitions. Now, after hearing Astaroth's explanation of Adam and the Tree of Life, he was beginning to suspect that he had not acted harshly enough.
Whether Elsa had deliberately withheld the information or simply considered it an unnecessary detail was another matter, but the consequences were the same. She had pointed him toward a path that had consumed thousands of years of Lazarus's life without warning him about the most significant obstacle standing in his way.
Damian massaged his temples and muttered, "That fucking bitch."
The thought of walking blindly into another person's unfinished war irritated him more than he cared to admit.
