Damon clenched his chest tight, a twisted frown on his face. He felt Valysara's gentle hand rest on top of his as she pulled him into her bountiful chest.
"Calm yourself, my Lord, your killing intent may only alert the priest of your presence," Valysara warned him in a soothing tone.
As if charmed by her voice, Damon's anger subsided the moment he heard her voice.
A gentle smile bloomed on his face as Damon decided to just observe. Regardless of the outcome, an enemy would be dead by the end of tonight.
...…
In the presence of the Guardian weapon, Dorian maintained his jovial attitude. For the past century, he has roamed the human empire and has killed foes even more powerful than himself.
In all of this, there was one thing he realized about all life.
Death was inevitable.
