"Oh, without question." Lyrisa said lightly. "He's never been good at letting go."
"Charming." Damien muttered.
"With me around," she said with a smirk, "you won't need to worry about dying. And besides... didn't you say death is your friend?"
"She can wait a little longer," Damien replied.
Lyrisa's smile widened. "Good. Because I have plans for you."
Damien turned toward the luminous lake, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What exactly are we doing here, Lyrisa?"
She pointed toward the glowing water, her voice suddenly serious. "Beneath this lake lies an ancient drow inheritance site. I need its power, and you'll help me obtain it."
"An inheritance site? Here, amidst the battlefield?" Damien questioned skeptically, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully.
