Unfair advantage, well there was no concept of fair or unfair on a battlefield. All that mattered was who lived and who died. That was a fact.
Damon felt his shadow hunger grow to ninety percent, but he didn't go ravenous.
It was as if there was a law that stated he could not go ravenous.
And sure enough, he couldn't. His eyes widened silently as he ducked out of the way of one of the High Prophet's chained blades.
The High Prophet smiled, seeing Damon's expression falter as he slid behind a pillar.
Damon gritted his teeth, a cold expression on his face. He released his Dealer's Hand and let the broken sword float in front of him. Reaching into his shadow storage, he pulled out the sword Broken Bonds. This sword had the ability of Disintegration and was one of his spoils in Lysithara.
"Not going to say that was a cheap ability," the High Prophet asked in a chilling voice.
Damon shook his head.
