Currently, there were far too many people around Damien for him to be comfortable.
The Foreign Nobility had yet to attack, but there was no way Damien would believe they didn't have the intention to.
'They want me dead.'
This, Damien knew for a fact.
He had Duke Horacio's memories. He knew exactly how the Dark God had ordered them to find the "anomaly," and he knew that he was that very anomaly.
Duke Horacio had lived for…well, it wasn't that clear.
His memories were covered in a fog, not because they were locked, but because even Horacio's own existence couldn't particularly remember what it had experienced.
There was something strange happening within the bodies and souls of the Foreign Nobility themselves, but that wasn't something Damien could currently learn the answer to.
