Matia didn't know what secret Damon was talking about, but she felt a strange bubble swell in her chest when he said—yes, implying—that he would tell her a secret.
She followed behind him, unable to see anything in the darkness. Not even a glimmer. She had forgotten to ask Sylvia or Evangeline to cast the nightlight spell on her. A simple thing, and yet now it felt like a crucial mistake.
Still, she felt reluctant to go back.
Her eyes were that of a fairy at the first class advancement—surely she could handle a little darkness.
Damon didn't seem to mind the shadows at all. He moved effortlessly, like the dark was a second home.
After a few minutes, Matia's vision adjusted—more or less. She couldn't make out the finer details, but that was fine.
She didn't need detail to slay her foes.
'I'll just rely on my sixth sense…'
Luckily, that was one of the things Valarie had drilled into them—never rely on your eyes alone.
