The first thing Damien saw was Fenrir's head being larger than he remembered. He slowly turned to the side and saw the remnants of the war. A sigh escaped his mouth. "I survived, huh?"
Damien glanced around as he tried to make sense of what had happened but he was still too weak to even move his body. Luckily, he noticed the demon essence core sitting on his right palm. For a brief moment, Damien stared at Fenrir with a smile. "Was this your doing?" Damien asked the wolf with a funny expression.
Fenrir nodded obediently and Damien could only chuckle. "Well then, thank you."
"You've been waiting for me for a while, haven't you?" Damien wanted for pat the wolf so much but his current condition prevented him from doing so.
