"Your wives are trying to drag you off the planet. I think now is the time to wake up," Lin Qui said from the stone platform where he always sat.
Damian lay on the bed of flowers with his gaze fixed on the dark sky above, exhaustion written plainly across his face. The battle had not merely drained his demonic force. It had exhausted him physically, spiritually, and mentally.
He had fought six demigods, endured the direct pressure of a God, awakened more of his Asura bloodline, and still forced himself to remain standing until the battle was over. Even within this peaceful place, where the air smelled faintly of flowers and the world remained untouched by the chaos outside, he could still feel the weight of everything that had happened pressing against him.
