"Why do you think he let us go?" Cyrus was a bit skeptical about Gerald.
He felt threatened by the existence of the young successor of the son of heaven. Even without saying it out loud, he low-key admitted to being scared of the young man and felt there is always an unholy reason behind his actions.
He wouldn't just let them leave like that without any reason. But his words seemed to be ignored as everyone was focused on Damon who laid off the bed over roses created by Elsa. He looked deadly pale and exhausted.
If Damon didn't attempt the sacrificial magic where he kept absorbing the power of the enemy constantly to repair the damages his body sustained by using this power then things would have gotten worse.
"Whatever his intentions are, we don't need to worry much. I will have to recover first before we can do anything!" Damon said as his eyes slowly opened.
His voice seemed lost as if he was thinking deeply and forgotten about their presence.