Within the dark room in his mind, Damon stood but this time the person drowning in the black pool was Sol. His eyes were stern and cold as it shifted to the figure bound by chains not far from the black pool.
"To survive this war we need Sol! To win this time we need the true death mage!' Demos growled and Damon snorted disdainfully.
"Have there ever been a battle I lost?" Damon asked and the room fell silent.
"Has there been a war I lost?" Damon asked.
"Have I failed you even once?" Damon asked again.
Even when the world gathered to take my life when I was still in the warrior realm I survived! Can you compare Sol to me?!" Damon growled as his eyes let out a fierce red light, tightening their grip on the death mage.
"I have fought and died for your goals. Never again" Damon muttered those words while gazing at Demos with a disappointed look in his eyes. Amongst all those who he considered allies since the beginning of this war Demos was the one he trusted the most.