C10 The Rogues Attack

Damien’s voice was firm, but Raven could see past the mask he wore. His strength was still recovering, but the determination in his eyes spoke volumes. Despite the lingering poison in his veins, his presence commanded respect. His posture was unshaken, unyielding, and Raven knew he was a force to be reckoned with.

The skinny rogue tilted his head, a slow, mocking grin spreading across his face