Damon's hands trembled, his expression paling slightly.
Because at this moment, all he could think of was Sylvia's prophecy — the one she had told Xander.
"Angry shadows descend… The noble knight's dark deeds become known. He had murdered night and day… He is disgusted by his own reflection… His dark deeds will be embraced by hungry shadows… Death is his final resting place… You will be his silent avenger… forced to forever hunt a faceless enemy… Hope you never see its face…"
'Faceless enemy… how fitting.' Damon had not even heard the name of the Ravenscroft who had caused his parents' deaths, but he was already mentally prepared to kill him.
It couldn't be Xander Ravenscroft — Xander had been a child during the last demon wars. He would not have been on the battlefield.
Damon had always been the type of person who would kill anything and anyone regardless of their status — even if they were from a grand duchy.
"Which Ravenscroft?"
