Something ancient is awakening.
Yeah, that was never a good sign. Damon closed his eyes. He was really starting to hate how his life was going.
Was someone out there setting his life to the highest difficulty setting on purpose? Seriously, at this point, he should've been dead and buried with a lawn growing over his grave.
Yet here he was. Living.
Deathless was really working overtime to make sure he didn't die.
'Death must really love all the business I bring it.'
Still, whatever was in that direction, he was going to have to see it for himself. His village was in that direction.
He had to go back there for two reasons.
The first was Dealer's Hand—he wasn't using his first-class skill at all, and its absence was the reason why.
The second reason was... well, because he wanted to wipe out the village and bury the hatchet.
Ahh, forgiveness. Truly beautiful. Especially when there was no one left to hate.
However, he wondered how the village had changed.
