The whole time the three had been in the domain of the Order, Damocles had a tingle creep up his spine. The thick unease in the air rippled with tension, like a fine balance of unruliness and dominance. If there ever was an influence of Oris to be felt, he recognized it. He had felt the same when he’d completed his initiation. After Cailu’s foreboding warning, Damocles kept to the front of the group, eyeing his surroundings.
“Keep close,” Damocles advised, his voice calm, y...