75 Memories

On another world far away, as Dorian was fleeing from the incoming Shades, readying himself to fight, a very different scene was taking place.

Marcus Aurelius closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his heart twisting in pain. He exhaled slowly, maintaining his imposing composure.

A fierce undercurrent of anger throbbed within him as he waved his hand, sending out a small wave of energy.

A moment later, a shadowy figure emerged in front of him. One of Julia's, his beautiful Spymaster's, servants, a Pseudo-Lord Class Vampire specializing in Blood Magic, with a focus on communication.

He sighed. He missed Julia. Everything was so much easier when she was around.

"Are their injuries healable, Damian? What's the report?" His voice spread out in the small, enclosed space.