The orcs charged forward, aiming to climb the steep hill.
Damon pulled his hand back. Behind him, the adventurers with long-range capabilities took aim.
Right next to him, the black shadowy figure known as Ghost stood with a bow in hand—Damon's bow.
Having witnessed Ghost's lethality firsthand, Damon had entrusted him with the Helm of Balero. This was the perfect battlefield for him. Although, if Matia had been here, it would've been even better. She could've simply flown into the sky and rained spears of ice down on their enemies.
He really missed his shadow.
Still in recovery after creating Ghost, Matia had gone far beyond her limits to create a minion on par with herself.
Damon didn't know how long she'd need to heal, but he hadn't hesitated to summon Ghost. His ability to fire multiple arrows simultaneously, combined with the Helm of Balero's kill-shot, made him a monster in his own right.
