When those words were spoken inside the Holy City, Damon did the only logical thing he could think of.
He kicked down the door.
His boot slammed into the heavy wooden door with enough force to rip it from its hinges. The impact echoed through the corridor as the door burst inward, crashing against the stone floor with a deafening boom.
Inside, he found little Ranar sitting together with Luna, Iris, and several heavily armed knights. The entire room had been fortified from floor to ceiling with defensive magic. Thick barriers shimmered faintly across the walls, and despite the destruction ravaging the city outside, everything within remained calm. The distant tremors felt as though they belonged to another world entirely.
They were even having tea. From the scent, it was the high quality type.
