Life was just one of those things that had a way of dumping horrible events on you. If Damon had to count how many times he'd ended up in this type of creepy, horrifying situation… it'd be less than a thousand, but definitely more than ten.
Which was a lot for a guy who was just about seventeen.
He really had to give himself a pat on the back for being such a magnet for trouble.
The fact of the matter was, the world of Aetherus was actually a post-apocalyptic dystopia.
So why was there still order?
Well, not many people noticed, but at the end of every epoch, some pieces of shit always messed things up so bad that the world effectively reset itself.
That's why guys like Damon had to be born into a world still recovering—surrounded by the ruins of thousands of lost civilizations.
Aetherus was actually quite safe in large settlements. But the smaller the settlement—and the farther it was from the protection of powerful individuals—the more dangerous it became.
