CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
DAMON Point of View
After I punched the guard, it was like a dam had burst. The other guards around me sprang into action, their fists flying towards me like a hail of punches. I raised my arms to defend myself, but there were too many of them. I took a few hits, my jaw and stomach absorbing the blows. But I refused to back down. With a fierce cry, I launched myself at the guards, my fists swinging wildly. The fight was intense, with punches flying back and forth like a deadly dance. I took down one guard with a swift kick to the stomach, while another guard landed a solid punch to my jaw. But I shook it off and kept fighting. For what felt like an eternity, the fight raged on. But slowly, I began to gain the upper hand. One by one, the guards fell to the ground, defeated. Finally, I stood victorious, my chest heaving with exhaustion. But before I could even catch my breath, I heard a voice behind me. "Damon, what are you doing here?" Jonathan's cold and menacing v
