Lazarak's words were not enough for Damon to trust him, but he had stopped being paranoid.
For now, there were still questions Damon had not asked and some he had not thought of, but for the moment, he just wanted to get those nasty chains off his body, or what was left of it.
A small shadow slicked through the darkness of a narrow stairwell. Small grating sounds echoed all around him. Still, he moved with caution, careful not to spread his senses lest something attack him.
This body didn't have shadow perception.
Lazarak had told him not to worry too much, as all creatures in this realm had to submit to its law, which kept their strength at a limited rank. For this place, the rank limit was the fourth-class advancement, with the sole exception of Seraph Null, who was the god of this world and could fight at his full power here.
