Damon teleported into a room with a long table and wooden flooring… there was nobody there, but… soon enough, there would be.
It seemed so easy to get in now… all he did was take one step… there was no barrier or magical defenses to stop him from getting inside.
He slowly walked to the table… sat on the chair, his eyes locked on the door…
Hmmm… what a sight for sore eyes… many times he had been brought into this room, tied up or beaten half to death, just to receive punishment from the man who usually sat on this chair…
The boss of Quick Hand.
A shame, really… none of them would be leaving alive.
Damon walked to the wall, and using the metal finger of his gauntlet, he carved the final rune on the door…
He placed his palm on it, mana pouring through the rune, linking with runes spread all over the building…
He half expected them to sense something and come running…
"It seems I overestimated."
