Damian's eyes slowly opened.
For several quiet moments, he simply stared upward, his mind empty as his gaze settled upon the enormous vaulted ceiling overhead. Masterfully painted across its surface was the image of a mighty nine tailed fox cloaked in black and violet flames, standing atop the ruins of a burning city. Countless demons fled beneath its shadow while the colossal beast gazed down upon them with cold crimson eyes. The painting possessed such astonishing detail that it almost seemed alive.
"What?" he mumbled weakly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
He instinctively tried to sit up but his entire body felt unbearably heavy, as though every muscle had forgotten how to function after years of disuse.
Frowning, Damian lowered his gaze.
