Damien's POV
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself in a room filled with concerned faces, their expressions a blend of relief and sorrow. The fragmented memories of my recent past swirled in my mind, a hazy puzzle I desperately needed to piece together. My last recollection was a blurred image of darkness, isolation, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Morgan was wheeling me somewhere and I saw Cedric.
I couldn't feel Arcanius, and the disconnection left me feeling strangely incomplete.
Beside me, tears welled up in the eyes of the queen of Celestria, as well as my adoptive mother and sisters. What were they all doing together? Why was the queen in my room?
A doctor then entered the room, their voice gentle and reassuring as they inquired about my well-being and asked for my name.
