Damon gritted his teeth while tightening his grip around Lilith's hand.
Valerie and Valcara had already crossed into the restricted zone. If he got any closer the knights would attack immediately.
"Damn it."
He released Lilith's hand and bolted forward anyway.
He needed to reach them.
Even a single conversation might change something.
He sprinted with all the strength his weak borrowed body could muster. The moment he took his first step he realized something was wrong.
He never managed to take the second.
His right leg remained behind.
For a split second Damon stared blankly at the limb lying on the ground before unbearable agony exploded through his body.
A shot had blown his leg clean off.
Damon crashed violently onto the street, blood spraying outward in a massive arc.
People screamed nearby.
But he was still Damon Grey.
Even now.
Even crippled.
He grabbed a handful of his own blood with trembling fingers and carved a rune onto the ground.
