His wish. That had been what shaped his second class, the very philosophy that guided him. A desire to end it all.
That was his wish.
"All your final wishes... I will take care of them. Your kin will live in abundance. All you need to do is let me in..."
Damon subconsciously felt his struggle halt. Ashcroft was all powerful. If anyone could save his sister, it would be him.
"Can you cure an incurable disease..."
Ashcroft's eyes slid toward Damon, who was slowly loosening his resistance.
"I am a master of alchemy and all healing. I can cure anything but death."
Hearing those words, Damon's dark eyes flickered.
'Well... this is a good way to go. I tried... I really did... but maybe... just maybe... just once... I wanted to....'
As the thoughts crossed his mind and uncertainty grew within him, his shadow rippled violently. Coldness burst from it, and a fist struck Ashcroft's chin with crushing force.
