Chapter 168: Nice Visual Trick

The war hall's dining area was busy in the morning. Damon had somehow overslept, and as for why… well, he had spent the whole night contemplating how best to apologize to Sylvia—running different scenarios in his head of her anger or, worse, her cold shoulder.

Somewhere along the line, he had dozed off, and when he came to, it was already morning. He rushed down, and luckily for him…

He wasn't late.

Sylvia was seated with everyone else, and as usual, they had saved him a seat.

Damon let out a small sigh of relief. Croft perched on his shoulder quietly, sleeping despite Damon's movements.

Glancing at his shadow for some much-needed support, he made his way toward the table with his usual impassive expression.

As he walked in, he heard the faint murmurs of some first-years in the distance but ignored them.

He pulled out the seat next to Sylvia and sat down.

His eyes swept across the table.

"Morning…"