Damon had long since stopped contemplating what they had seen and heard… he had chosen to ignore it.
Focusing on their current problems was far more important than trying to make sense of something as far and distant as gods. He already had enough mortal problems—he didn't need to add divine ones to the list.
He walked, the giant axe slung casually in his hand. Two days had passed. Two days without rest.
Though honestly, it had been six since they left the Beldam's residence. So close to a week with no real sleep. They had come across horror after horror, fought battle after battle… yet they were still alive.
There were a few reasons for that.
The first was their strength—each of them possessed a unique class. The second was Sylvia's skill. The third would be the Beldam's map.
But the most important one… was luck.
That was all it was. They were still alive simply because they were lucky.
Other than that, Sylvia's skill had changed somehow. Damon could feel it.
