"My lord, the goddess races have made it to the meadow."
The voice of the priestess from the snake temple echoed out behind him.
Damon remained fixed in place, his head throbbing from the prolonged use of Faceless.
It was less pronounced than he thought, but he was gradually losing a sense of his identity.
'I was wrong to assume Faceless didn't affect me because it was a shadow clone.'
Damon was running out of time, still he held it together, he didn't forget to remind himself.
'I am Damon Grey, son of Noctis and Ranar Grey.'
His will was strong enough to avoid losing himself, for now.
He nodded at the young demon kin woman acting as his adjunct.
His gaze was still fixed on the dungeon gate, but he didn't miss the large amounts of people gathering in the distance.
They were earlier than he had ordered. It wasn't midnight. In fact, midnight was a few hours away from now.
"My lord, what are your orders."
Damon didn't say anything for a while, just stared blankly.
