He radiated might and valiance that shocked everyone, as if a god of war was standing right before them.
It took a while longer for the six to snap out of their shock, and the first to speak was the middle-aged man, Fa'ar. "And so, how did you know about all of this?"
He questioned, his gaze becoming that of a predator. But Damien was unphased, and even spoke back. "I know a lot more. Like for starters, most of you here will die soon."
"What was that?" Fa'ar frowned, and clenched his fists. Flames burst from his eyes, but he did not attack, and ended up calming himself down. "Are you cursing our fate?"
He asked, as he could feel the fate of the Falsarians dim greatly at those words. But Damien innocently shook his head and said, "Not at all. I have better things to do, than do that."