Damon flashed his eyes open, and for a moment, everything was a haze. All he could hear were these idiots fawning over another idiot. But then… all of a sudden… it all came crashing back to him.
La Rocha or whoever the fuck that was! What the hell happened? Damon looked around hurriedly and at the same time commanded the mana in his body to gather in his hand, prepared for anything.
However, all around him there was only snow and more snow and the endless frozen lands. There was no metallic fortress. There was no mana field. There was nothing.
Snapping him out of his thoughts, someone groaned near him, and he turned to see Mark, Kate, Aurora, and Sylvara gently stirring awake. All of them were in some sort of bloody mess, a blood barrier of some kind.
