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With an unprecedented force, the old man ripped himself apart and away from Damien's deadly embrace. It took a toll on him, as the bloodied claws of the senior savage scrapped the skin off of his face in the form of four lines over and under his left eye. The pain blinded him, disabling him from following the male that swiftly slipped away from Damien's reach and into the distance like the coward Damien had known all this time he was. It had marked for him a death sentence, one that Damien would fondly hold on to until it was fulfilled.

In pain, but bathed in bloody victory, Damien dragged himself back to the darkness of Blackfeather Woods and to the capable hands of his sister, whose magic would heal his wounds in due time. Damien did not mind the scars that it would leave, for they were a mark of his experience in combat, and this one specially, of his superiority.