As the night grew deeper, Ellio's voice gradually faded.
His eyelids became heavier with each passing second until they finally drifted shut. The steady rhythm of his breathing soon filled the quiet lakeside, telling Damascus that the human had finally fallen into a deep sleep.
For several moments, the Demon simply remained seated beside him.
He watched the gentle rise and fall of Ellio's chest, making certain the human was truly asleep.
Only then did Damascus slowly lift his hand.
Just as Ellio had requested, Damascus reached into his consciousness.
Dark mana quietly flowed from the Demon's fingertips and slipped toward Ellio's forehead. Unlike the last time, when an invisible force had rejected him, this time there was no resistance.
His power passed through effortlessly.
Damascu
