Damon's eyes snapped open. At their very center, a tiny golden star slowly revolved, radiating an ancient brilliance that seemed older than the heavens themselves. He looked directly into the Goddess's eyes.
The woman froze to the core. For the first time, she felt seen after countless decades, not as a God, not as a superior existence, but as prey. An instinctive chill crawled down her spine.
Impossible.
How could a mere B-rank mortal make a God feel fear? How could a mere B-rank mortal paralyze her? What was happening here? Why wasn't she able to move?
Before she could think, before she could gather even a fragment of her divine authority, sharp fangs pierced deep into her neck.
Crunch.
The Goddess's eyes widened not because of the pain. She had endured pains that could shatter worlds. No… It was because something impossible was happening. The instant Damon's fangs pierced her skin, an overwhelming suction force erupted from within him.
