Damon didn't know how she did it, but he was feeling a heck of a lot better, well… as better as someone with a body full of stitches would feel.
He was low on blood and was slightly worried he would get necrosis. He reached into his shadow storage, bringing out several vials of potions and downing them.
This was the closest he'd come to actually dying. His consciousness was almost lost — the only reason he was still able to come back was because his shadow clone was still active, or he may have become brain dead.
His heart was destroyed… or at least his physical heart. However, his heart of shadows was still well and intact.
Deathless had made sure he would continue with his cursed life.
And this time it had used Abellona of Valtheron to avoid his death.
What were the odds he would survive something like that…
"Ashcroft…" he called, his fist tightening as he tried to sit up. Abellona's eyes flashed as she pushed him down.
"Stay down. I order you to stay down."
