The air inside the Slayer's Guild was still, a stark contrast to the chaos Damien had left behind in the ruined village. His body ached from the battle, and the lingering embers of Sacred Flame within him still pulsed faintly, as if reluctant to fade away.
He strode through the guild's corridors, his bloodstained armor draped over his body. The receptionists and Slayers he passed by shot him curious glances, but he ignored everyone and headed straight for Seraphina's office.
Seraphina was waiting for him in her office, seated behind a grand mahogany desk. The guild master's sharp, piercing gaze immediately locked onto Damien as he entered, her fingers tapping against the table in an expectant rhythm.
He retracted the Flowing
"You're back sooner than I thought." She scanned his appearance, noting the faint burns on his arms and the exhaustion hidden beneath his composed expression. "Tell me what happened."