Damien let out a slow breath.
The excitement arrived at some point in that exhale—not sudden, not explosive, but real. The quiet, deep kind that had no performance in it. The kind that came from alignment between what you wanted and what was in front of you.
He had wanted to find something that could help him against the demons.
What was sealed here had apparently been used against the demons before, by someone, to results significant enough that the demon race had spent centuries making sure it never happened again.
He was going to unseal it.
That was already decided.
He stood.
Looked at the record fragment one more time.
Then frowned.
Not at the content he had already read—at the content he hadn't been paying attention to, the secondary information that had been sitting in his system's catalogue while he processed the two major revelations and had not yet been examined.
He went back through it.
Read the secondary sections.
His frown deepened.
