Damian released the Mana binding Sir Alex's mouth.
The golden restraints around his jaw dissolved, allowing the traitor to finally draw breath without obstruction. Ragged gasps filled the cavern as Sir Alex's chest heaved, his ruined body struggling to remember how to function after all this torment.
Damian stood before him with calm patience.
His wing-shaped pupils burned with blue-gold flames as he observed the broken figure suspended before him. No expression crossed his features. No hint of satisfaction or disgust or anything else that might suggest he was affected by what he had done. He simply waited, imperial and cold, for the words he had purchased with blood and agony.
Sir Alex's star-filled eyes met his.
