"Ahhh." Damon drew in a deep breath and stretched, turning his head slowly to the side. The sun was shining somewhere that was not here. This place knew no sunlight, only mist and towering trees that swallowed the sky.
He could have spread his shadow perception, but after what had happened here years ago, he still had not fully overcome that trauma.
He stepped out of his tent fully armored, his long hair shifting gently with the wind.
Now then, what was the plan to deal with Ashergon. Damon had the method. It was simply difficult to pull off.
That was assuming he did not die instantly.
A soft crunch came from beneath his boot. Damon paused and looked down. Something faintly reflective lay half buried in the soil.
He narrowed his eyes and crouched, picking it up.
A crude shard of glass.
"Hmm. Glass."
"Oh, you found one. Looks like this fort was a rush job."
Leona's voice came from behind him.
Damon turned and smiled with an easy, teasing warmth.
