Damon took a deep breath. The others probably didn't realize how dire their situation was about to become. With limited rations and supplies, they would have to survive off whatever the land provided.
Which would have been fine—if they weren't about to walk into a Death Zone. The land ahead could be twisted and corrupted.
The food would be inedible, at least for those who had yet to reach their first class advancement.
Now that they had, they could do a lot of things they couldn't before.
Absorbing energy from the mana cores of dead monsters to enhance their bodies and magical prowess… using skills…
Well, that wasn't new to Damon. The system already allowed him to do that. What mattered now was that they were stronger.
"Our odds are higher now…"
He took a deep breath. They had to cross the bridge in front of them.
