Damon felt a horrible sting in his chest when he saw Sylvia's expression. While it was true he got the Ashborn skill after defeating Ignath in the process of saving her, he would have gotten the skill anyway because fighting a dark spirit was part of his level-up requirements.
He approached her, placing a hand on her chin.
"It's not your fault… this is just the nature of my power… besides, I can choose not to use it."
She bit her lip, lowering her head, but from the looks of it, she wasn't convinced. In Sylvia's heart, it must have seemed like Damon had given up himself to save her, even though that really wasn't the case.
'Geeze, Sylvia, you're starting to make me feel bad…'
His guilty thoughts aside, Damon had done what he did more out of self-preservation than anything.
The origins of these flames were tied to a powerful dark spirit, and summoning, contracting, or associating with one was heresy—a matter relegated to the temple or the imperial knights, sometimes both.
