Damian found himself at the center of the road, where many cars were scattered around. Some had rammed into each other, some into light poles, and others into nearby walls. Yet there were no casualties. Honking sounds, accompanied by loud chatter and confusion, filled the area, worsening his already fragile condition.
After the fight, Damian felt drained and lightheaded. He was certain he was about to pass out. His vision was blurry, and all the chaos seemed distant despite being so close. His body wobbled left and right as he struggled to remain upright. His hair and clothes were disheveled and messy. If he had not coated them in demonic aura throughout the fight, he would have been standing butt naked in the street right now.
