It was a shock to hear about how things had unfolded and gone for worse from her Master.
But Damian looked at the Holy Daughter, and a moment after her face had been ashen, it cleared up.
Her eyes changed.
He saw the pupils within them flash, those wing-shaped whites pulsing with Mana as she straightened up. An air of grandness and ancient attitude that very few Anointed Ones held became reinstated within her.
As if nothing had happened.
As if she hadn't just learned that her empire was falling apart and her master might be dying.
He sighed internally as he remembered those types of eyes.
His mother had those same eyes when she decided to take everything on her shoulders. When chaos erupted around her and others crumbled, she had stood tall with that same look of quiet resolve.
When he saw this in the Holy Daughter, he was dismissive of her less.
