The God's Voice

CRASH.

Damian hit the stone wall in front of him hard. Blood dripped from his fists as he continuously punched the stone walls that seemed to have no end.

A storm seemed to gather in the depth of his eyes, his casual facade giving way to smoldering intensity that burned like fire. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck taut as he struggled to contain the rising tide of anger that threatened to consume him.

His eyes gazed at the ring on his finger, watching the silver color gradually darken. "Why aren't these walls disappearing?!"

He roared loudly, letting his voice echo in the cave. He had tried to destroy many stone walls but never found Roxana. Even the position of Roxana kept changing and confusing him.

Had the Duchess not forbidden him to blow up the tunnel, he might have done so from the beginning.

"Asmodeus."