Somewhere a fair distance away from where he had been fighting, Damon had made significant headway with Waton flying them past the dangers.
The region began to change, the forest growing thinner. Suddenly, Damon stopped, snapping his head in the direction they had come from. He fell to his knees, coughing up blood and clutching his chest.
Gritting his teeth, the blood soaking his hands red, he groaned as the mock pain burned through his body. Waton quickly rushed to his side, panic showing in his wide eyes.
"Ar... are yah okay? Did your injuries get worse?"
Damon swallowed hard, the metallic taste of blood thick on his tongue. His magic orbs hovered beside him, broadcasting his condition as his voice turned cold as ice.
"Someone managed to destroy my hold on that demon."
His dark eyes flared with fury, the killing intent within him making the shadows around seem darker, heavier.
Waton paled, finding it hard to breathe under the weight of Damon's presence.
