There was a deep sense of unease the moment he entered the Holy City.
Damon could not tell where it came from, but he felt it immediately sharp and invasive, like the edge of a blade resting lightly against his skin.
Something was here.
Something ancient.
Something powerful.
And more importantly…
It was awake.
Before he could dwell on the feeling any longer, someone stepped in front of him wearing a faint smile.
"What has my brother so worked up?" a familiar woman's voice called out playfully.
Damon lowered his gaze and sighed at the sight of the beautiful young woman standing before him.
Long grey hair flowed down her back, framing a face far more mature than the little girl he once remembered protecting.
She was no longer a child.
"Luna… why do you assume I'm worked up? I'm not the one here on a pilgrimage."
"Right," she said with a smile. "You only ever come here when you're summoned against your will. Politics really does suck."
Damon scoffed softly.
