Damon glanced at Xander, who seemed to be going through some changes. It seemed his class was evolving.
Then Xander finally raised his head to look at Damon, a bleak expression on his face.
"Ever since I met you, my friends have died at your hands, my brother, my marriage, and you've even taken my son. It's like I lose something every time I fight you."
Damon was quiet for a moment. He had lost something too. Damon felt a bitter taste in his mouth, then lowered his head.
"Sylvia is gone. I don't even know what to feel. All I have left is her severed head and a wellspring of hatred in my heart. My sister has been taken as a vessel by the Goddess of Doom. Until a few years ago, I thought the goddess was just a fairy tale the faithful spread to delude themselves. If she loses to Unknown, my sister will die. If she wins, my sister will still die because Doom will most likely destroy the world."
