Warlock Ch 235. Residual Memory
Before he could sink deeper into his thoughts, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him, followed by the soft creak of a door opening. Damian turned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he braced himself for whoever it might be.
It was Victoria.
She looked as regal as ever, dressed in her usual crimson attire. But beneath that polished exterior, Damian noticed the signs of fatigue—the slight droop in her shoulders, the faint shadows under her eyes. Still, despite her obvious exhaustion, she moved with purpose, her gaze locked on him.
"Victoria," Damian said, his voice calm but curious. "Why are you here?"
Victoria stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She didn't answer immediately, instead walking toward him until they were only a few paces apart.
"That should be my question," she said, her tone steady but carrying a hint of concern. "Why are you here? You should be resting."