Chapter 111: The Day I Became God

Damon returned to his room, accompanied by the shifting form of his shadow and the ever-watchful raven, Croft. As the door shut behind him, he let out a long, weary sigh. The sting of Leona Valefier and Sylvia Moonveil's scolding was still fresh in his mind. Both had vehemently opposed his reckless training, and to his dismay, Evangeline had joined in as well.

He smirked faintly at the memory. They care too much.

It had taken every ounce of his wit to slip away from their collective fury. He found their concern for his well-being both unsettling and ironic, especially with the mid-semester evaluations looming on the horizon.

"Naive," he muttered, collapsing onto his bed. His body ached, his fingers still stinging despite the healers expert care. He stared at the ceiling, thoughts churning.

"If they think what I'm doing now is dangerous, wait until they find out what I'm planning beyond the barrier…"