But to Damien, who now stood in this world as something far more than just a player, that memory sparked something else entirely.
He scoffed under his breath, his lips curling into a thin, cold smirk.
'Not now though…' he thought sharply. 'My mom and aunt are mine alone! There's no way I'll give that foolish hero a chance to take them away.'
The moment of reflection ended as his attention snapped back to the battlefield.
The man lying before him was still alive—but barely. The beast's massive jaws were descending toward him, rows of metallic teeth glinting in the firelight.
The man's eyes were wide, filled with despair and pain, his mouth trembling as he weakly tried to crawl backward through the dirt.
To Damien, everything unfolded in slow motion thanks to his high agility.
The dying man's heartbeat was sluggish but loud to his ears, echoing like a drumbeat counting down to silence.
