Chapter 81: Finally Rest?
Steam was rising in thick clouds, wrapping the private chamber in a shroud of gentle warmth and silence. It was a rare moment of peace, perhaps the first Damon had experienced since being dropped into this accursed era.
The bath was carved from a single slab of obsidian-veined marble, wide enough to fit a wyvern. Spirit-infused crystals lined its edge, humming faintly, their energies designed to soothe the soul and accelerate the body’s healing.
Warm water infused with revitalizing herbs and Aetheric minerals clung to his skin, washing away grime, blood, and lingering traces of Abyssal corruption.
Damon leaned back against the curved edge, his eyes half-lidded. He let the silence settle, allowed the warmth to reach into his bones, and for just a fleeting moment... let himself breathe.
No screams. No monsters. No Abyssal fog gnawing at his soul.
Just steam. Just silence.
And his thoughts.
"Tch," he scoffed under his breath. "Figures she’d send me into a hellscape and call it a trial."
His voice echoed softly in the chamber, rebounding off the enchanted stone like a ghost of his irritation. He scrubbed a hand through his damp hair and let it fall back against the edge with a sigh.
Talia.
That damn moon-eyed woman and her endless riddles.