This was so unnecessary. He didn't even have to be here. He was here because of a moment of pettiness.
And somehow that had led him into a battle with the demon lord of domination.
There was a strange beauty to it. He was truly living up to his class—Death Seeker. It was like he was allergic to living peacefully.
Damon held a staff in one hand and one of the silver blades in the other. On his shoulders perched his two eccentric followers, the raven and the squirrel.
He kept his breathing steady, making no noise whatsoever. Damon was certain this would end in disaster, but if they succeeded now, they would cripple Ashcroft's main force.
The only problem was time. They had to kill both the Balrog and Gaston in under seven minutes, all while making sure they didn't attract too much attention.
Damon touched his chest, feeling his heart pounding.
Abellona had said she had a means of retreat if the worst came to pass and Ashcroft himself appeared.
