Damien stood at the edge of the Forest Mountain, his breath steady as he surveyed the path ahead. The journey had been exhausting, but the battles within the forest had honed his instincts further. His body ached from the repeated clashes against Otherworld demons.
However, he had used the Healing Light spell and all his wounds were now gone.
He clenched his fists.
With his Spectral Phantom ability refined and his Sword Intent gradually awakening, he felt more prepared than ever.
Descending the rocky path, he finally stepped out of the dense woodland, greeted by the vast stretch of plains leading toward civilization.
Damien mounted Daydream with a grunt. He rode out of the Forest boundaries and the military stations.
The journey back began.
After riding for an hour, he suddenly stopped.
His eyes flashed intensely.
" This scent "
The air carried a metallic tang, thick and cloying.
