Chapter 744: 745: Peace And Death

It was a black spear. This spear was quite unique in its design because both sides of the long shaft had a sharp tip.

The body of the spear gleamed and almost felt organic, yet there was a strange wrongness to this weapon, and at the same time, a familiar rightness. It felt divine, like an absolute truth many would be forced to face.

He felt the inevitability of its nature. Damon knew this sensation all too well.