Damien learned about the war, the tournament, and the involvement of the infamous group called "Midnight Consortium."
He was appalled, flabbergasted, and aghast hearing this news like he already doesn't know about them.
Daeron then produced two advanced healing potions and gave one to his brother. They both drank it in a swoop like a drinking race that they played in childhood. At least, that is what Daeron saying since the other person is clearly isn't the original one.
Damien had shed his ice arm. It fell to the ground like a large statue made of crystals and shattered. It was just ice after all. He watches the millions of pieces of ice melting and forming into a water puddle. The effect then hit him.
The stump on his left hand felt hot for a certain reason, then he howled in pain. He staggered to the floor and watched his bones from the shoulders tearing his skin where the stump was closed, blood dripping through it.
