The sound of metal being dragged across the ground echoed through the night. A young man, battered and looking half-dead, walked down the mountain pass with a pained expression. Yet, the pain did not come from the many gruesome wounds covering his body—it came from the deep-seated agony caused by the Ashborn skill, the unbearable torment of tenfold the pain of burning alive.
Moonlight streamed down the path, illuminating the horrors lurking in the mountain's shadows. He spread his shadow perception, indifferent to their presence. They did not approach. Perhaps they, too, sensed the madness hidden in his vacant gaze. Or perhaps the horrors at the edge of the Duhu Mountains were not as hostile as those deeper inside. Either way, Damon passed in relative peace, dragging the massive axe of the dead war troll behind him.
