Chapter 93: Acceptance

It was hard enough for Damon to get himself to understand what was happening, it was so sudden that he couldn't remember right at all.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the castle walls, Damon felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins.

The potion, the witch's magic, had begun its work, mending the broken threads of his existence. Damon was suffering because of it and he couldn't think about the time that he has to go through just because of it.

His vision sharpened, the blurry haze dissipating, revealing the familiar surroundings of his chambers.

"What is happening right now? I don't understand at all, it seems like I am in a dream just lately."

"It's alright Damon, it's alright, you are already back!" Celia shouted with a joyous look.

"Celia," he whispered, his voice still raspy but was laced with newfound strength.

Celia, who had been watching over him with a vigilant eye, turned her head towards him, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the