Far beyond the borders of Zerathane, in the outskirts, Damien stood alone with a deep frown carved on his face . His dark hair whipped against his face as he stood just a few meters away from the edge of a cliff.
It wasn't duty that brought him here.
No.
He had come for answers.
Damien inhaled the raw scent of the mountains. The quiet was tense and he felt it in his bones like a warning.
And then a powerful rush of wind shot down from the sky like a meteor.
Damien didn't flinch.
A winged man landed so sharply that the cliff trembled beneath their feet. Massive dark bronze wings folded behind him, and he landed close to where Damien stood.
"Damien!" Lioren barked with a grin, grabbing him into a rough embrace and slapping him on the back. His laughter boomed across the cliff literally.
"You could've said you wanted a break from the palace instead of summoning me like you're about to declare war."
