Lilith almost cursed when he said that.
She had been about to teleport them away—until she realized exactly why Damon muttered those words: "We're screwed."
The creature's eyes… hundreds of them. They had locked onto the two of them like searchlights in a dark field, and once it had you in its gaze, teleportation was restricted.
"Which means we really can't outrun it…" she whispered.
As long as those many hateful eyes were fixed on them, long-range spatial movement was impossible.
What a dangerous creature.
She almost wanted to laugh—Damon had just gotten his shiny new teleportation skill, walking around like some demon king who ruled heaven and earth. And just when that planet-sized ego of his was about to blow?
Fate—or perhaps the Unknown God himself—had sent him a dose of humility.
If the monster's fearsome aura wasn't crushing her lungs, she really would've turned to him and laughed in his face.
Still, this abomination… it was no joke. A creature of the fourth rank.
