Damascus did not know what had happened to Ellio.
He had no idea what kind of suffering the human had endured to end up in such a broken state. But one thing was certain.
Ellio had gone through hell.
Before everything fell apart, before Damascus was banished from his own dimension and during the human's first few days in Acadia, he would secretly slip into the Northern Dimension from time to time just to observe him from afar.
No one ever noticed his presence. Not Xorran, not the other Guardians and not even Ellio himself.
Every visit was the same. The human was always surrounded by an aura Damascus had never seen in anyone else. Even when he was arguing with Xorran, complaining about something, or acting like the brat Damascus believed him to be, there was always an unmistakable brig
