Before Ellio's mind could even process what he was doing, his body had already made the decision for him.
He ran straight toward Damascus. Without hesitation, he threw his arms around the demon and pulled him into a tight embrace.
The sudden warmth of Damascus' body instantly washed away the anxiety that had been weighing on Ellio's chest ever since he woke up.
He was alive. He was safe. The fear that had been building inside him slowly melted away.
Of course, Ellio knew Damascus would survive.
Even if he had been stripped of his authority and title, he was still the Guardian of the Demons. A handful of ordinary demons would never be enough to seriously injure someone as powerful as him.
Ellio understood that. He knew it. But still, Ellio could not help but get worried.
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