Chapter 295 Gate of world key+ Lucas POV
Lucas POV
I rushed towards Damon, my heart pounding in my chest as I saw him lying there, blood still trickling from his back where his wings had been. His face was pale, his eyes half-closed, but when he saw me, he weakly lifted his head. I could see the pain etched across his face, but also a strange calmness that made everything worse.
"You… you really..." I couldn't finish the sentence. The lump in my throat was too heavy, and my chest felt tight as I knelt beside him. My hands hovered over the wounds on his back, trembling. Damon, one of the strongest beastmen I knew, had actually clipped his own wings. For a bird-like beastmens, wings were everything—freedom, power, life itself. And yet, here he was, having given them up like they were nothing.