Chapter 124: Traitors
Damion stood in the darkened chamber, its walls cracked like old skin, the air thick with dust and silence. The only light came from a dying torch flickering near the doorway.
Beside him, Cel waited, quiet, unmoving, his hands resting in his coat pockets, head slightly bowed beneath his hood.
Azrael Rodeny and Soul's mirror stood calmly in front of them.
Footsteps echoed. Then came Magma.
His stride was impatient, shoulders broad, cloak still damp from the storm outside. Without a word, he removed his hood, revealing his daek, scar-lined face and sharp, burning eyes.
One by one, they lowered their hoods.
"We're all here now," Damion said softly, almost to himself. A strange calm settled over him.
Magma didn't bother with greetings. Instead, he reached into his cloak, pulling out a thick vial of crimson liquid and tossed it toward Damion, who caught it midair.
"Took my 3 days straight to make it... i wasted my whole Neba reserves several times. Magma said, voice clipped. "It's more than enough, drink only half of it. It works only once, one ability use. Your ability will be pushed to its absolute limit. So don't waste it."
Damion inspected the swirling potion with quiet curiosity, then turned to Cel and handed it to him without a word. Cel accepted it wordlessly, his expression unreadable beneath the dim light.
Azrael broke the silence next, arms crossed. "So... what now?"