"Fuck!" Damian bellowed as he tossed a wooden table across the hall.
The table slammed into the wall, shattering on impact.
With bloodshot eyes, he could hardly control his anger as he recalled the events that happened not too long ago.
"Why?... Why?... Why!" He unleashed the power of the Bloodstone, causing ripples in the aether.
The ground beneath his feet caved in as the building shook aggressively.
No one in the mansion dared to show their face as they hid in corners, cowering out of fear of getting caught up in Damian's rage.
Of course not everyone reacted this way as Horace stood at the entrance to the hall, bearing the full brunt of Damian's power while pondering on his next course of action.
It was clear that for the time being, The Dark Lord couldn't defeat Damian due to Charlotte's presence so helping him run away was the best way to keep him alive.
As long as he has enough time to grow, surely then, Damian wouldn't be able to do anything but bow.
