Damon and the group walked toward the first demon territory. From a distance, it looked like nothing more than a small village, stone huts, crooked watchtowers, and smoky fires curling into the sky. But everyone was uneasy.
Mark's hands were tightly clenched, eyes narrowing at the horned figures milling about the dirt roads. Kate clutched her staff, ready for attack. Even Ellora, who was usually calm, kept glancing around here and there.
Damon could only chuckle at their attitude. It was not their fault. Anyone who stepped foot in here for the first time would probably have the same reaction. "Relax, guys. There is no need to be so anxious and uptight. You all can unclench and walk freely. This is just a village. They don't care who walks through, as long as you don't give them a reason to."
