The next morning broke with a cold, bleak wind rolling across the plains. Damien stood on a ridge of gray stone, Skylar perched beside him like a silent sentinel while Luton rested lazily on his shoulder.
The summon , Luton, barely cost much magic essence to remain here and so he didn't mind keeping it with him most of the time.
The sky was pale, washed-out, with streaks of faint gold that promised a long day ahead. It was also tinged scarlet to an extent, warning if the impending war but they all knew there was still some time till the full scale war between humans and demons would begin.
As for Damien, he welcomed the war. And most of all, he welcome this new day. A long day meant a long path to power. And that was the path he was currently on.
"Let's go," Damien murmured.
