The dawn finally arrived, and Damian got up from the bed. There were times when he could sleep like a baby, but then there were days like these when sleep never touched his eyes.
He wasn't worried. Or excited—just eager to be done with it as fast as possible. Of course, it had to be done right, not rushed. The general population of the demons, just like humans, had top priority—just simple survival. What little the Sanctuary knew about the kingdom of Malveria at least suggested that clearly. Other than that, who in the world really knew everything?
Damian and Lucian got ready—he had his red Firewarden coat on with a simple white shirt and easy-to-move-around black breeches. Red was not his color—it suited Einar the best. He had to do something about that when he changed the internal structure of the Sanctuary.
Lucian had chosen her favorite white breeches and long half-buttoned shirt that reached her knees like a top.
