HPDBC Chapter 525 Chest Pains
Chapter 525 Chest Pains
He had never wanted to lose her.
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Daemon took a deep breath, the familiar ache settling into his chest as he slowly opened his eyes. The picture book remained in his hands, the edges now creased from how tightly he'd been holding it. He glanced down at her face again, feeling the guilt rise like bile in his throat.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind. "I should've been there. I should've saved you."
The grief wasn't new—it had never really left. But here, in this place, it felt raw again, like the wound had been torn open, and all the pain and regret came rushing out. It had been his fault. He should have been there for her, should have done more. But he hadn't. And now, she was gone, and all that was left was this tiny book and the weight of his failure.
Daemon closed the book with a trembling hand, his chest heaving as he tried to force the memories back down. This wasn't the time. He couldn't afford to let his emotions take control now. Not when he was so close to confronting the man who had betrayed him. The man who had taken everything from him.
General Osalf.
The name was like poison on his tongue. A man he had once trusted, a man who had been like a mentor to him. And now, he was almost certain that Osalf had been responsible for the death of one of his closest friends—Realdo. The realization had been like a knife to the heart, twisting and burning with every piece of evidence he uncovered.@@@@
Realdo had been more than a friend. He had been a brother in arms, someone who had stood by Daemon through thick and thin, always ready with a joke or a smile, no matter how dire the situation. He had been the light in the dark, the one person Daemon could always count on. And now, he was gone.
Daemon's grip on the picture book tightened as his thoughts turned to Realdo. The grief was fresh, the loss still cutting deep. It was the kind of pain that made it hard to breathe, that made every day feel like a struggle just to keep moving forward.
The flashback hit him hard, the memory surfacing like a wave crashing over him, drowning him in a sea of emotions. He was standing in General Omhina's office, his hands clasped behind his back, his heart pounding in his chest. He had made up his mind—he was going to confront Osalf. But first, he had to get Omhina's approval.
The room was cold, the air thick with the tension of what he was about to ask. Omhina sat behind her desk, her sharp eyes locked on him, assessing him with the precision of someone who had seen it all. She had always been tough, unflinching in her decisions. And Daemon had always respected her for that.
"You know this is dangerous," Omhina had said, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. "Osalf isn't someone you just walk up to and deal with on your own. If he's truly responsible for this betrayal, you'll need more than just your anger."
"I know," Daemon had replied, his voice steady, though his heart was racing. "But this is personal. Realdo was my friend. I need to do this. I need to know the truth."
Omhina had leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable as she studied him. For a moment, there was silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. Then, with a heavy sigh, she had leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk.
"I understand your anger," she had said quietly, her eyes softening for a moment. "But Osalf is strong, Daemon. Stronger than you know. He's been hiding things for years. If you confront him, there's no guarantee you'll walk away from it."
Daemon had clenched his fists at his sides, the anger bubbling up inside him. "I don't care," he had said, his voice low but firm. "I need to do this. For Realdo."
For a long moment, Omhina had been silent, her eyes locked on his. Then, with a resigned sigh, she had nodded. "Alright," she had said finally. "But you're on your own. I can't officially sanction this. If things go wrong, you won't have any backup.
Are you prepared for that?"
Daemon had nodded without hesitation. "I am."