The elves carried flags marked with a crescent moon beneath a tree with massive roots… Damon didn't need to think too hard—even though this was his first time seeing it.
He could more or less guess these elves were from the Moon Glades. And from the look of it, they were here for one of two things: him… or Sylvia.
Maybe both.
Most likely Sylvia, however. From what he'd heard from Duke Cassian, Damon was pretty certain Sylvia's father wanted someone to blame—and he had decided Damon would be the scapegoat.
'Ungrateful son of a bitch…'
Damon didn't mind cursing the White Ruler out.
However, at the same time—while Damon had saved his daughter—further investigation could also attribute her possession to him.
Naturally, while Damon hadn't summoned the dark spirit, he had in fact been the reason it was able to get into Sylvia's body.
After all, a spirit cannot possess someone whose heart doesn't have a gap to exploit… and Damon had been Sylvia's Achilles' heel.
