Damien sat at the bar in The Underworld, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the dim lights casting shadows over his pensive expression. The past few days had been a whirlwind of concern and frustration. Constantine had been off since the duel, and Damien could see the toll it was taking on him. His unique form of time manipulation was starting to show its darker side—aging certain parts of his body while others reverted to a more youthful state. Eventually, they'd go back to normal, but the subtle decrease in Constantine's lifeforce was a ticking time bomb. And of course, Constantine was keeping it a secret, not wanting to worry anyone, especially Shift.
It was just like him to bear the burden alone, but Damien knew it was only a matter of time before the consequences caught up with him.
