Letting Toph rest on the bench, Damian draped a warm woolen blanket over him. He wore some warm clothes himself—cloaks would have to suffice until the potion's effect wore off, removing his wings. It shouldn't be long now.
First, Damian deactivated his eye skill. The purple layers of runic circles were making him dizzy. Then, using a wormhole, he re-entered the barrier and quietly approached the half-broken statue that bore the runic array on its side.
