There was a deep silence.
One that made Damon's heart turn cold.
It was unnerving, making his skin crawl.
Every instinct in his body screamed that he was in danger. His Danger Sense exploded with warnings, each one louder than the last until his mind felt as though it were being stabbed by countless invisible needles.
Even so, he remained suspended in the air, looking down at Aetherus.
The God of Life slowly raised his head.
His golden eyes resembled miniature suns. Within them burned ancient embers that had witnessed endless battlefields, countless wars and civilizations rising only to crumble into dust. They were eyes that had watched history itself unfold.
He did not move.
He did not need to.
He understood.
He was being challenged.
Naturally...
He would answer.
