Damon didn't turn back.
Evangeline would fight her own battles, her ideals driving her forward just as relentlessly as his own. Maybe he should have joined her and helped kill the Wind Apostle, but that enemy was hers. And Evangeline wanted him dead more than anyone.
Damon ran toward the Black Tower while the battle raged behind him. Bright flashes of golden light tore through the sky as Evangeline's clash with the apostle intensified, shockwaves rippling outward with every collision.
"Goodbye, Eva…" he muttered as he sprinted.
This was most likely the last time he would see her.
Damon had wanted to say something, anything. A final goodbye before death claimed one of them. But in the end, no words came.
He slid into the shadows, reappearing as he vaulted over a massive collapsed building. High above, darkness twisted and surged as it tried to engulf a chained angel. The combatants were distant, yet enormous spatial rifts tore open between them, warping the sky itself.
