Damon could hardly stop himself from rushing towards his other party members, this land was dangerous and teeming with horrible monstrosities.
He had been anxious to divide the party, even if it was more efficient.
Damon understood the dangers.
However, now on his return, he had chosen to spread his shadow perception to check on them.
He gritted his teeth, crossing the distance in mere moments. He skidded to a halt right next to Sylvia and Leona, who were kneeling—covered in blood.
Their anxious eyes were locked on something. Damon followed their gaze and froze.
A pair of human lips.
Damon gasped, the white light created by Sylvia's lunar magic illuminated the scene.
White light banished, the darkness away.
The pair of lips—Valarie Sunwarden—spoke weakly.
"Ahh, hello there boy... it's been a while..."
Damon forced a smile. Walking slowly towards her.
"Welcome back, Valarie..."
