Damon once again found himself in the fairy dungeon space with the pale blue trees all around him. He was back in the sealed core region, except now there were cracks and fissures everywhere.
Strong pulses of mana rippled here and there. The dungeon itself suddenly felt unstable.
Damon blinked several times, his vision still warped from whatever he'd just witnessed or survived. The memory of those eyes lingered like a burn etched into his soul.
His breathing was ragged, and his mana was fluctuating uncontrollably. He stumbled forward, steadying himself against a cracked trunk.
Damon was utterly exhausted, and he was sure his brain had melted or something, but the chaos around him was much more pressing. "Damn it. This thing is going to explode or something. I don't have much time. Where the hell is that tomb?"
