Clank!
Every window within Damian's chamber burst open simultaneously as violent winds flooded into the room, sending curtains whipping wildly through the darkness. The emerald rain outside was carried inward, scattering cold droplets across the polished marble floor. Damian's eyes snapped open instantly, all traces of sleep disappearing as his brows slowly drew together.
His Divine Perception had already sensed it.
"Rats..."
His eyes glowed faintly beneath the darkness, but he quickly suppressed the instinct to act immediately. Beside him, Loth remained peacefully asleep, curled against his side, completely unaware of the danger creeping through the palace.
Damian carefully slipped out from beneath her embrace before sitting upright on the edge of the bed. His gaze slowly swept across the room until it settled upon the floor.
A familiar mist drifted silently across the ground. It was so dense that his feet disappeared beneath it.
