Damian snapped awake.
His mind was groggy, however, with a mere circulation of his Edict, his senses snapped back into place. And then, he remembered.
A dangerous light flashed in his eyes as his rage threatened to bubble up, but then, he forcefully suppressed it. It was better he knew where he was first.
As Damian tried to sit up, he scanned his environment, his eyes narrowing slightly. It didn't take long for him to recognize where he was. It was a manor Valor's mother had gifted him when he was 15 years of age. And as often as not, he would come here to spend some time, before leaving again.
Finally sitting up, the lad walked towards the large mirror in the room and examined himself. His eyes, nose and mouth aside, every other part of his body had been bandaged with strips of white cloth. Were it not for his amber eyes staring in incredulity, Damian would have passed for a mummy.
