The journey back to Morgana's mansion was made in almost absolute silence, not by Damon's conscious choice, but because his mind simply no longer had the energy to sustain any continuous flow of coherent thoughts, each step taken more out of habit and willpower than real control over his own body. The city around him seemed distant, distorted, as if observed through an uneven surface, and only now, with the adrenaline of the fight slowly dissipating, was he beginning to realize that something was profoundly wrong—not externally, not obviously, but on a much quieter and more dangerous level.
The vibrations.
He hadn't fully understood them during the fight.
He hadn't had time.
But now…
He felt them.
