The silence between us stretched taut, my curiosity and concern building like a fire in my chest.
"Is that a battle summons?" I asked
Slowly and deliberately, Damon rose to his feet, his movements precise and controlled. His feet found their footing with care, each placement of his sole against the ground calculated and purposeful.
As he straightened his body, the tension in his muscles melted away, replaced by a calm, unwavering poise.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, his grip on the letter steady but relaxed.
At Damon's movement, my body reacted on instinct. I was up on my feet in a heartbeat, my body following the motion of his own
"Don't come with me," Damon said, his voice firm and commanding, the words laced with a subtle hint of warning.
"So it is a battle summons," I replied, my own tone steady but insistent. "I have to come. You know I have to."
