Arden clenched his fists and frowned. "Damn it."
He took a slow breath, then let it out. "My [Unique Physique] is nature-based. This place is a terrible match for me."
He glanced at the cracked ground and the dead air around them. "There's nothing living here to work with."
Dahlia leaned over and gave him a light shove with her shoulder. "Relax."
She grinned. "Master is here."
Garion didn't even turn around. "Stop using me as emotional support."
Dahlia laughed. "Too late."
She looked back at Arden.
"And it's not like you're useless. It's only affecting you more than the rest of us. Dion's fine. Eliza's fine. I'm definitely fine."
Dion raised a hand. "I would like to confirm that I am, in fact, fine."
Eliza nodded quietly.
Arden sighed. "I know. It's just annoying."
Before anyone could say more, the air ahead of them twisted.
Figures began to appear one by one.
They were demons, but very different from the two Garion had killed earlier.
