He did not immediately rush towards the dark mana signature. Damian landed atop a high snow-covered mountain, letting Lucian go. She had just ascended—she needed time to adjust. Sam and Maelor walked towards him as he created a wooden table and chairs to sit on. The view was breathtaking—literally. It was a really high mountain; if they were mundane, breathing would be difficult.
Lucian checked her status for a few minutes, then did simple movement exercises to get used to her increased physical strength, and then she also took a seat.
"What are we waiting for? You sensed him, right?" Sam asked.
The him in question was the Demon Lord—they all knew that.
"I won't fight him," Damian replied.
The confusion and disbelief on the three of their faces was apparent. Whenever they had talked about this moment in his cave, he had always been adamant about one thing—taking care of the Demon Lord at any cost. The man was too dangerous to be left alone.
