Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
Without warning, his hands ignited—not with ordinary flames, but with an otherworldly fire, its color a stark, glowing white that illuminated the darkness like a beacon.
“It’s him!” one of the shadows shrieked, its voice trembling with terror. “That incubus is alive—Ah!” The scream cut off abruptly, replaced by the sound of chaos.
I could only watch, frozen in awe and fear, as Damien unleashed his fury. The white flames twisted and roared, consuming the air with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
He moved with deadly grace, each strike precise, each burst of light scattering the shadows like dust in a hurricane.
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