Damian looked over his shoulder.
Amid the raging sea of black flames, his violet robes fluttered violently as countless tongues of Abyssal fire twisted around his body. The flames spread across the sky, illuminating the fortress with an ominous glow.
"Amon."
The Marquis immediately raised his head.
"Take down the barrier and make sure no one uses the Stone Gate."
Amon glanced at the flames curling around his body. Despite standing so close to their source, he couldn't feel any heat. The black flames moved around him with remarkable precision, never coming close enough to cause him discomfort.
He silently acknowledged his master's control.
Even with such an enormous amount of energy released, Damian could distinguish between friend and foe without the slightest difficulty.
Amon lowered his head.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The next moment, his figure disappeared.
Damian returned his attention to the western part of the fortress.
The Tide was approaching.
