Damian felt a foreboding sensation settle in his stomach.
He sighed, giving a reassuring nod to the worried Uncle Adam.
At this moment, even if he met multiple Bone Tempering Warriors, he was actually not afraid. This was the arrogance that his newly designed Vakochev's Doctrines of Stone gave him. He had danced with Uncle Adam without taking a single hit. He had perceived attacks in slow motion. He had felt his heart beat with the power of organs that should not yet hold Mana.
He could handle whatever waited in the darkness.
Probably.
So...
"We will be back soon, old man. Keep watch here."
...!
Uncle Adam had a difficult expression as he nodded heavily.
As a guard, his instincts were screaming at him not to let his Young Lugal go. Not into the night. Not with only a cackling old Wisewoman as companion. Not when danger was apparently waiting somewhere in the darkness.
But as a Warrior who had sparred with him...
