Sir Christian, ever vigilant, swiftly moved to aid his distressed commander. He raced toward the beleaguered duke, shielding him from yet another vicious beastly assault. With unwavering determination, he guided the weakened Damien to lean against his robust frame, firmly securing the man's arm around his own shoulders. Together, they made a hasty retreat from the heart of the tumultuous battle, seeking refuge in a safer haven nearby.
"Your Grace, do you find yourself injured?"
Yet, as if afflicted by a maddening silence, Damien vehemently shook his head in a desperate attempt to dispel the encroaching veil of insanity. No matter his efforts, the crimson shroud that clouded his vision persisted, an ominous harbinger of the chaos to come.
