Damian stood on the massive walls of the Oxburg Stronghold, his expression a portrait of indifference. Beside him, with a respectable distance between the two, Benjamin stood.
The moon had risen, its silver light cascading on the whole Stronghold. In this current times, the Stronghold behind Damian was peaceful… relatively. Outside of its sphere of influence however, chaos and madness still reigned supreme.
But, Damian didn't care about all of that for now, because while his face portrayed indifference, his mind however, was anything but indifferent.
'At the end of the day, I wasn't able to lose my V card… completely. Patience Damian… patience. When the time is right, you are-'
"Lord Damian, what do you need me to do?"
His thoughts were completely halted when the voice of Benjamin sounded.
'Oh yeah…'
Damian turned to face the converted man, examined him for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak.
