Jallen's Recovery

Damien stood still for a moment, his eyes locked on the direction where Jallen had been dragged.

The faint trace of Jallen's energy flickered in his senses, confirming that the young man was still alive.

Around him, the others were tense, their weapons drawn and eyes scanning the surrounding darkness.

"They're still here," Damien said, his tone sharp and unwavering.

Arielle, perched on Aquila, frowned. "Then what do we do? Are we splitting up?"

"You'll stay here," Damien said bluntly, his gaze never leaving the shadows. "The rest of you can handle the demons that are lingering. Aquila and Luton will stay behind to give you an advantage."

"What about you?" Axiom asked, gripping his blade tightly.

"I'm going after Jallen," Damien said, already taking a step toward the darkness.

"By yourself?" Vel blurted out.

"Do you see anyone else capable of keeping up with them?" Damien snapped.