The smoke rising from the distance didn't seem to bother Damon too much. He walked calmly around the edge of the water toward one of the ruined bridges.
He had been anxious, concerned about Sylvia. He could have waited at the bridge, but it was pointless. Sylvia would not come that way. The young elf girl seemed to be following the same route as Lilith Astranova.
That was why Damon was here. According to his estimation, Lilith had passed through and gone to the main island.
"What's up with her… at least drop by and say hi."
He didn't understand why Lilith hadn't even bothered to meet him, just gone about her own thing. But this was Lilith—he didn't need to worry about her.
"Even without me, she'd be fine."
That thought made Damon smile sadly, though there was a soft glimmer of melancholy in his eyes. He wondered how a world without him would look. How long until he was forgotten?
