The battle of Harlem Pass was the first battle in the most recent Demon Wars, which ended in disaster for the goddess races, causing the demons to gain a foothold in their landfall invasion of Soltheon.
Damon narrowed his eyes, looking at Paimon. Something was off, he could feel it in his bones.
His face still pale, Damon decided there was no use waiting there. Whatever it was, he would figure it out, but standing still and second-guessing himself would not do.
Glancing at his shadow, he whispered.
"Are you ready, Matia?"
He saw her blue eyes glowing within his shadow, staring back at him, eyes filled with battle intent.
With a soft, gentle whistle he called out to his unique companions. A few seconds later, a squirrel and a raven flew onto his shoulders. Their soft sounds carried meanings he wished he didn't understand. His preparations were now completed.
"Ahhh," he gasped, letting out a small cough.
