The following morning, Damian glanced through the carriage window as it rolled through the streets of the Velmorian colony.
A small crowd had gathered along the paved roads, cheering as their Prince passed. Some waved their hands enthusiastically, while others bowed deeply, expressing their gratitude for the man who had slaughtered the Tide and protected their settlement the previous night.
The carriage was accompanied by a small escort of Demigods riding various supernatural beasts. Their armour bore the insignia of Velmora, and their weapons were secured across their backs.
There were no ordinary soldiers among the escort.
For this particular assignment, Damian had no reason to bring anyone below the Demigod level. The destination was dangerous, and weaker individuals would only become liabilities. He wasn't interested in wasting time protecting people who couldn't contribute anything meaningful to the operation.
