Did they not recognize who he was?!
Damian asked the question with a voice that shook the white walls of the Covenant, and he asked it freely, without hesitation, without the caution that had governed every moment of his existence for the last eight summers. There was no more hiding!
There was no more sitting still in a Dross tribe pretending to be a farmer while the world burned around him and the people who had destroyed his family walked the Lands of Stone as if they had earned the right to breathe its air.
Demons were rampant. Humans betrayed their own kind and acted like beasts with no honor, colluding with creatures that ate the souls of children for the sake of power they hadn't earned through anything resembling merit. And all of it infuriated him in a way that went deeper than the rage he had felt when interrogating Sir Alex.
