Chapter 975: 976: Who is This Damon Grey

Sylvia's expression stiffened, the faint trace of warmth from earlier vanishing as she activated the communicator again. The crystal in her hand glowed softly, its light flickering against her fingers as distant sounds bled through - boots striking the ground in unison, the faint rhythm of marching somewhere far away.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. So he was already deep into it.

Her gaze shifted, cold and sharp.