Damon's sword flashed—blood flowed like ink from a torn page as he passed through a cluster of monsters, emerging by the jagged edge of a broken wall.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged lands, ignoring the endless symphony of violence echoing all around him.
The sounds of death and despair were enough to make anyone mad and the corruption could reduce anyone into monstrous remnants of themselves.
He held his chin with mock seriousness and gave a slow nod.
"Yes, yes… I'm lost."
Valarie sighed from inside his breastplate, her voice laced with dry exasperation.
That was quite obvious, especially since he lost himself in his own frenzy.
"It seems you ended up three days ago instead of yesterday. By that logic, you should try finding a way to tomorrow."
Damon nodded thoughtfully. Even with a fractured mind, there was twisted reason beneath the madness.
