They continued flying through the evening. Damian kept his mana sense working at full power the entire time, but aside from various ranks of monsters and beasts, there was nothing else. The sun glowed red in the sky as it slowly disappeared beneath the horizon. When they reached another towering rock formation, Damian halted his search. He had enough.
Where in the hell were the others? This was getting nowhere. He might as well just make the liquid mana and open waygates to find them. If they were nearby, they should have met by now—unless they had somehow lost their way and fallen behind.
Atop the highest peak of another rock mountain, Damian created a sturdy wooden structure, enclosed enough to shield them from the wind and provide a roof over their heads. Then, off to the side, in the open he built a small walled compartment, taking out the iron ingots and a runic forge. Lifewarden noticed this and walked over.
"What are you making?"
