"Bind me…" Damian pleaded, his voice trembling. His friends exchanged confused and worried glances, unsure of what to make of his words.
"There will be no need for that…" A calm but commanding voice came from the entrance. Bloodedge had arrived. His gaze swept over the group, silently instructing them. One by one, they hesitantly exited the room, some patting Damian on the back, others offering words of comfort-even though they barely understood what had really happened.
Before leaving, Evrin handed the crown to Bloodedge, who set it on his desk without a word. He closed the office door, sat in his chair, and fixed Damian with a piercing look.
"What voices?" Bloodedge asked bluntly.
"I am not sure.." Damian said, his words faltering. "It's my own voice but the thoughts are not mine.."
"Calm down, kid. You stopped yourself. You can control it." Bloodedge's tone was steady, almost reassuring.
