Damion seemed to grow bigger in the scrawny youth's eyes. He shivered slightly, his eyes constricting into pinholes as he shrunk back.
Damion waited, expecting the youth to start speaking, but words never came. Instead, the boy seemed to be staring past him at something in the distance.
Damion's eyes narrowed further, and he was just moments away from taking a drastic decision, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, when he felt that same demonic energy permeating the air.
He swiftly turned around, staring ahead and spreading his sense through Dragon's Authority.
There were no movements, at least not any that he noticed yet, but when he looked around, he saw that all the students were looking in the same direction with fear written all over their faces.
'Damion,' Matilda's voice resounded in Damion's head. He shot her a glance, nodding his head at her.
Everyone remained quiet, listening to the distant, inhuman, roars.
