Damon just lay there for a moment with the soft figure of the woman slumped on his body, her breath steady even after falling from the sky.
He spread his shadow perception around him, sensing the movements of lesser demons coming his way.
He had no idea what that crazy goblin was. What he did know was that he did not want to get involved with that thing…
It gave him chills. The last time he had been that uneasy was when he first ran into the Keeper of False Truths in the ruins of Lysithara.
Damon brushed the woman's hair aside and, with a small push, slid her to the side.
There was no hesitation in his eyes. He had no hostility with whatever that thing was—but she did—so he would let her handle her own problems.
He was never here. In fact, he didn't see anything. No—better—he was blind and deaf.
Damon glanced far ahead. His familiars were already way ahead of him, diving through the trees.
"Wait for me, you jerks…"
