The morning sun cast a radiant glow, revealing the aftermath of the battle to the world. Damon had no trouble seeing in the dark, so the blood-covered ground, shattered rocks, and torn earth failed to stir any reaction from him.
He sat by the side of his unconscious friends, still gripping the axe that was far too big for him. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, blood caking his body, yet he remained vigilant.
The night had not been long—most of it was spent fighting. During that time, he had thought about what fate awaited them once they crossed the bridge and reached the Whispering Forest. Looking out toward the distant horizon, Damon saw the path they had taken. The gravity anomaly had already sealed off the region.
He could not guess how long the anomaly would last, sealing off that part of the world. Months? Years? Perhaps it would never fade unless destroyed. For now, he didn't have to worry about the demon army. They were trapped there.
