Damian was worried.
Two days have already passed since the decision was made to place them in the squad which, was supposed to take down the Daemons. During the days that passed, the boy wasn’t able to get any decent sleep. Not because the bed is bad. Not because of the risk that has been placed in their lives. No. The reason for Damian’s insomniac state is non other than the Head Juror – Astarte Daemon.
“I guess I should get up now.” Damian took his sword; lying at the side of his bed.
He shared a common bedroom with his allies and, in order not to wake them up, Damian moved with much caution. Moving to the basement of the house where he began his training. A place where he spent his time whenever sleep couldn’t come to him. Swinging his sword as he thought of the things that worry him
