Damien picked up Constantine, who was barely conscious and bleeding from his wound. He flew them both to the Silvermoon Safehouse, landing gently in the backyard. The others, having just finished the ritual, rushed to tend to Constantine.
Shift quickly applied a healing artifact, its soft glow enveloping Constantine's wound. Jane and Kento supported him as he began to recover, while Darryl looked on with concern.
Damien, still seething with controlled fury, recounted what had transpired at Brady's Inn. "That shadow freak, whoever he was, ambushed him. He used some messed-up puppeteering skill to control the patrons. Constantine was holding back to avoid killing innocents, but turns out they were already dead."
Constantine, gritting his teeth, nodded. "I didn't notice until it was too late. That bastard got a good hit in while I was distracted."