Seliah swallowed after hearing what Damien had replied with.
"But you're going alone?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it's something only I can do."
She didn't argue.
Instead she straightened her shoulders and said, "Then… I hope Galandra can at least help you prepare for that."
Damien glanced at her, gave a smirk, and nodded. "I hope so too."
They turned back toward the barracks.
Fenrir walked closer, as if sensing Damien's sinking thoughts.
Luton nudged the side of his face.
Damien remained silent, gaze locked on the road ahead.
A single day.
One day to rest.
One day before he set foot toward the place he had once fled from, the place he now needed to return to.
The Forest of Twin Disasters.
And this time, he didn't have any plans to run.
By the time Damien and Seliah finished gathering the last of the items on his list, the sun sat high above the city, bathing Galandra's marketplace in warm, bustling light. It was exactly noon. The peakest time of day.
