A few hours had passed. They were watching the sun rise… when something in the air shifted. Damon moved first.
"Let's go kill that thing."
He turned with the intention of heading back to the village. This evil spirit thought it was cunning — fine. However, if it thought it could break him psychologically, that was laughable at best.
He was used to being the outcast, so much so that he saw other people as merely side characters in his life.
'Why would I care what side characters think of me?'
"What's the plan of attack?" Singularity asked.
"I have a plan… attack!" Damon took a single step and dissolved into the shadow.
His next step placed him directly inside the village.
The sun was already rising. The travelers had long since given up expecting justice.
