In the Cryptic Eyes of Dominion, Damien stood before the two True Bloods. His body towered over them like a giant, the contours of his muscles refined yet bulky.
His lips curved into an arrogant smile.
"You two had better entertain me." As his sable-tinted gaze glinted with frost and confidence, he bolted towards the two without hesitation or delay. The True Bloods' eyes widened.
After all, he was much faster than they had expected, despite his physique. It was akin to a bear moving as fast as a military jet.
Sonics boom followed from behind him while the True Bloods prepared themselves for the confrontation. Marquis February flicked his fingers; the ground cracked before them.
A towering tree emerged, looming like a mountain in the desolate wasteland. But Damien didn't stop and activated his Strength of the Demonic God.
