Damon stood with a stern look on his face, unaware of what was happening across the continent. Unknown to him, his actions inspired the other hosts and they too began leading a massive campaign, all trying to gain control of the major forces in the continent. Only with this will they be able to truly create a force capable of resisting the enemy.
His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the mighty gates of the Gyro Kingdom. A place he once called home but even then he wasn't moved one bit by this. His current worry lies with his condition. After forcefully consuming the destructive force of the old king's soul, he was badly damaged both physically and deeply within his soul. Injuries like this would take some time to heal.
Time was not something he could easily give up now.
His body was weak and his black wings were gone and replaced with a black surge of energy. The darkness in his eyes seemed complete still unlike before but Damon showed no intentions of stopping.