In Damon's chosen Path, the fog deepened with every step.
Damon moved through a place that looked like a memory—one he shouldn't remember. His childhood home, reduced to splinters. The bloodstained snow from the night his first summon failed. The Academy courtyard after a failed mission—Anaya's broken body crumpled on the ground.
But it wasn't real. None of it was.
He knew it wasn't real.
He never had such a childhood. That was fake.
He never summoned or even awakened the summoning talent, that was Damien's talent. That was also fake.
The academy courtyard after a failed mission?? He hadn't failed any mission so that was probably a future scene. Regardless, it was fake too.
Anaya's broken body? That tipped it all off! He would never allow such a thing to happen. Not to the woman he loved.
However, that didn't stop his hands from trembling slightly.
