"My liege, you can now will it to fight with the prisoner." Blood Reign suggested.
With a nod, Damon willed his avatar to do the same. The avatar turned its gaze toward the black-robed prisoner, who was still bound by chains but glaring with venomous hatred.
The moment Damon's will shifted, the avatar's expression changed. It wore the same cold smile Damon himself wore when he was about to dismantle someone.
The chains slithered back into the ground, fading as Blood Reign waved her hand. "Let the dance begin."
The prisoner didn't waste a second. He shot forward like a shadow, his movements sharp and unpredictable, blades of dark energy forming around his hands. He was coming straight at Damon but a barrier erupted, preventing him from coming any further.
