Damian returned to his room instead of heading to the lab. His mind was too preoccupied to focus on any intricate work. He'd even missed Elias and Lumi's practical exams.
Now, he simply sat on the padded chair—a cross between a recliner and a sofa, designed by him for comfort—on his balcony. Watching the sun sink slowly into the horizon, the sea darkened beneath it. A glass of wine rested in his hand.
He would have to change all his plans now. There was no point in staying with Highswords now, it was more of an issue and less of an advantage even with Runefather and Worldscribe's support.
