Damon blinked hard. The battlefield, the corpses, the poison, the shadows, everything felt distant for a moment, blurred at the edges as if he had stepped halfway into someone else's dream.
His head throbbed with an afterimage he couldn't place. Shapes. Blood. A crown of bone. A blade singing in a language older than the world.
"Huh? What happened? How did-"
"My liege… You accessed my memories… memories that even I do not have control of." Blood Reign looked at Damon with wide eyes. "I am the one who is supposed to be digging deep, my liege. Instead, you were the one who pried into my memories."
Damon rubbed his temple. "I didn't do it on purpose. I don't even know how I did it."
Blood Reign remained silent for a while before sighing. Sensing the restlessness in Damon, she became the calm one this time. "Everything will unravel with time, my liege. Let's have patience."
Damon nodded. "What happened to the attributes? Were you able to do something to them?"
