Damian was on top of the snowy mountain. He was practicing sword fighting while being shirtless, his tall and muscular body full on display. His cold and dark gaze was focused. He had scars on his body which was kinda attractive. His crow landed in his shoulder with a letter in its mouth, he took the letter and read and sigh.

"Right... Another mission. I guess resting is not in my luck..."

"He went to the grand master's room and sat infront of him.*

"You called, my lord?" He said in a cold yet respective tone.