Standing there, Damon felt his mana pool slowly drawing from the ambient mana around him. He took a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling as his gaze stretched far beyond the mountain range. From that height, he could see faint flashes of destruction far, far on the horizon.
The war still raged against the demon races. Distant bursts of expulsion echoed like muffled thunder across the sky.
He reached into his cloak, fingers brushing past the fabric before pulling out the small communicator. He raised it to his mouth and activated it.
There was a small pause.
"I have a report," Damon said, his eyes still fixed on the horizon as if he could see the battlefield from here.
On the other end, Seras seemed to let out a breath of relief.
"Why didn't you contact me sooner. What's your situation."
Damon paused, lips pressing into a thin line as he considered how to even begin explaining their situation.
