Back in the starry sky, Damien now stood quietly and unmoving in the void. The 5 Emperors of Theavel, as well as Galantis and Tephit, formed a defense around his body, making sure that no being could even get a glimpse at their Young Lord.
Currently, the man himself was wrapped in a fog of inky black Nox Mana that wouldn't leave his system. It was difficult to not view him as someone who betrayed humanity and the universe.
However, everyone standing here knew just how much Damien had done to save those who were oppressed by the Nox, and all those present understood that the Sanctuary itself was the utmost anti-Nox fortress in existence.
The person who created, nurtured, and constantly grew that place had no need to be tempted by the Nox's sophistry.
Nevertheless, under Elvira's express order, none of them said a word and merely stuck to their jobs as guards.
As for Damien's situation, that was for him to figure out himself.