Damian started the bike and headed back toward the University.
Along the way, he saw many police vehicles rushing past him, all heading toward the Spire District.
Completely unaware that the one responsible for all the chaos was casually riding right by them.
'Phoenix, was it? That's some good stuff. I'll get that old man to give me a few bottles.'
Even the most expensive alcohol he'd had in his past life wasn't even 10% as strong as this.
'I feel so alive…'
Ever since Damian had awakened his past memories, he'd felt suffocated… like he was drowning in responsibilities, threats, and the weight of two lifetimes pressing down on him.
Only a few weeks had passed, but it felt like an eternity thanks to the different situations he'd found himself in.
For the first time in a while, he actually felt good.
But it was hard to tell whether it was the alcohol loosening his restraints, or the fact that he'd finally retaliated against his enemies.
