For the next two hours, Damon hunted nonstop. He had to search for the fairies, but he did not have to search for the Umbra hand's assassins. Like moths drawn to flame, they came after him one after the other.
Damon grinned as he slaughtered all of them, not leaving a single one to escape. He could only thank the fairies for all the good luck coming his way. Naturally, he did that by hunting them down even more vigorously.
At the two-hour mark, he arrived at the designated meeting spot. The Withered Grove was nothing like the rest of the enchanted forest. Where other areas had thrummed with life, here trees stood pale and gnarled.
Spots like this were sort of rest spots in the dungeon where one could take a break and wait safely without having to worry about a fairy attack. However, it was not always 100% safe. Everything was relative.
