Damon smiled faintly as he pocketed the orb he had taken from the elven assassins, his fingers brushing over its surface before letting it disappear into his cloak.
"Ah… that should keep them thinking about me for a while."
His gaze drifted forward, distant, satisfied.
Kadelas would be seething right now. After all this time, things finally felt balanced. They had sent assassins after him once, quiet and deniable.
Now he had answered.
Not with shadows, but with something far louder.
An attempt on his life… repaid with an attempt on both the king and his entire domain.
Damon exhaled slowly.
"I should be worried," he muttered under his breath. "I just made an enemy of a great dragon."
He paused, then shook his head lightly.
"Nah… not a big deal."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"I've already made enemies of gods and ancient monsters. What's one more oversized lizard?"
It was the truth.
The goddess. Ashcroft. the outsiders.
Now a dragon.
