Before Duke Haborym could react, a violent force slammed into him and sent his massive body hurtling across the battlefield, tearing through the air like a broken comet before crashing into the ruined street.
Damian did not even spare him a glance.
His attention shifted instantly to Corbin's collapsing figure.
With a subtle motion, his demonic force surged outward, wrapping around the priest like invisible chains. Corbin's falling body halted midair, suspended effortlessly as Damian lifted him without laying a single finger on him.
Corbin let out a weak breath, a faint smile forming on his bloodstained lips as he felt the foreign energy binding him in place.
"So… this is it?" he rasped, his voice hoarse. "You plan to kill me now?"
Damian's expression remained cold.
"No," he said flatly. "I have no grudge against humans. Your eyes have already paid for your betrayal."
Corbin's smile twitched slightly.
