Damien's POV:
As I stood there, feeling the darkness swirl within me, I couldn't shake the realization that I was teetering on the edge of something profound and terrifying. The more I trained with Fenrir, the more I felt the darkness seeping into my veins, curling around my heart like a hungry snake. Each session pushed me deeper into this abyss, and I could feel myself becoming more adept at harnessing it, but the cost was high.
I had learned to unleash this darkness gradually, carefully. Fenrir guided me, teaching me how to channel its power without letting it consume me completely. But there were moments when I felt it rise up, overwhelming and raw, threatening to drown out my senses. In those times, when it felt as if the shadows were clawing at the edges of my sanity, I found solace in the thought of Leslie. The bond we shared pulsed between us like a lifeline, and just knowing she was out there—strong and unwavering—was enough to pull me back from the brink.
