A day had passed since Damon's caravan had encountered the orcs, and after having their carriages fixed, they continued their journey.
Aleph didn't forget to curse Damon for being a slave driver — evil and demonic — for making him build a whole train in a day… and later dismantling it.
Damon felt a little bad about that, so he didn't make things difficult for the androgynous elf. He had really worked overtime for the caravan.
Too bad Damon took all the glory.
During this time, Damon had been hesitant about a few things.
For one, he had questions about the First Epoch he wanted to ask Unnoticed Singularity.
The second was a bit more personal. His gaze lingered on a man who looked weary and tired, still wearing a gentle smile.
Linga Felt.
This man knew the circumstances that led to his parents' death during the demon wars.
Damon hadn't cared before—he had accepted they died at war. But now, seeing Linga, he wanted to know.
