Damian led the other two down the mountain, illuminating their path with an orb of light as they carefully descended. They reused the vines from their ascent to conserve his mana, using his wormhole spell sparingly. While some sections were impassable without it, Damian refrained from overusing the spell, knowing he needed to save energy for what lay ahead.
By the time they reached the mountain's base, the sky had taken on a faint blue hue against the dark night, hinting that morning was near, though it would still be hours before the sun rose fully. The mana Damian had regained during the descent had been mostly used up by the wormhole spells, so he hadn't lost much overall.
