A week had passed, and Damon was completely normal. There was no significant change—he and Sylvia spoke to each other like nothing had happened.
He had ordered the party to thin out the monsters in the water, hunting them relentlessly until the water around them was stained red with blood.
His expression hadn't shifted much; he still wore the same neutral face, sometimes even cracking jokes.
Other than that, they did a few things.
Valarie taught them rune magic whenever she was awake—when she wasn't, she was stuffed into Damon's pouch like luggage.
They trained and honed their skills with sparring matches—mostly Damon and Evangeline.
Evangeline taught him everything she could, and he absorbed her family's sword techniques like a sponge.
He even created a technique that was the complete opposite of hers. Or rather, it mirrored her radiant blade style, but with a different attribute—Shadow.
