Damon was full of surprises. He had mentioned earlier that he was imprisoned in Eidolon, but Evangeline hadn't imagined he was trapped in the deepest layers with a literal god.
Did that mean his threat level was equivalent to a being who had destroyed the very foundations of the world.
The thought alone made her chest tighten.
Naturally, she milked him for every ounce of information she could get out of him, questioning him until her voice grew hoarse and his answers turned shorter.
After a while, she simply lay there on the mat next to him, staring up at the dim ceiling.
"So… now what?" she asked quietly, unsure of anything anymore.
Damon didn't feel the cold desert winds as sharply as she did, but he could feel his mana draining slowly. A dull hunger stirred in his stomach, brought on by the oppressive dryness of the land.
"Now we find the others," he said. "I hate this as much as the next guy, but we pretty much have to work together if we want to survive."
