Although they had not interacted much, there were already a few things Selene had understood about Damien.
No matter where he was, no matter the place or occasion—if Damien so much as left a faint trace of involvement, the spotlight would inevitably turn toward him. He was the kind of existence who drew attention like a flame luring moths.
Devrok, standing across from her, understood the same truth. To some extent, even he was surprised. Since his younger brother's awakening, it was as though Damien had been reborn. The mischievous, unremarkable boy he remembered was gone. In his place stood someone entirely different—someone sharper, unpredictable, and dangerous.
And yet… even those words felt lacking. Devrok himself couldn't describe it fully.
The three of them stood in the bustle of Mesright City, a sea of voices and movement around them, but none of them noticed that far above, another presence had quietly joined the hunt.
