The bridge was destroyed, leaving the party to rest easy for the first time since they had been stranded in these lands. They could finally rest before continuing their journey.
Damon grabbed a supply bag and, without saying another word, unceremoniously tossed it to the ground and fell onto it. He knew his party would have questions for him. He would have to give them answers when he woke up—or at least come up with a convincing lie.
He didn't know how long he would sleep, so he activated the Sacrifice skill, turning some of his mana stats into shadow energy.
"If I don't find a monster to devour… I'll keep getting weaker," he muttered.
He was in a fight against time. Either he let his shadow grow hungry and gained power, or he sacrificed that power to stay sane.
Evangeline walked up to him, glancing at him lying on the sleeping bag despite the sun still being high.
"Ca…can we talk?" she asked hesitantly.
He closed his eyes.
