Damon didn't really know what was up with this weird squirrel…
Honestly, he had more important things to worry about. His enemy had just achieved an unprecedented evolution up the ladder.
He didn't even know what she looked like—only that she was vengeful.
Well, so was he.
Damon glanced at his shadow. It had been unusually still these days, like it was preparing for something.
He had a bad feeling.
He glanced at his eternal companion.
"Hey… the Wendigo is gone now… what do we do?"
His shadow merely shrugged.
Instead, it seemed more concerned with the raven and the scarlet squirrel that had been following them.
Damon looked up and sighed.
He raised his hand—and the raven, Croft, took it as a sign to fly straight into Damon's arm.
It was, after all, Damon's pet. Croft cawed in disdain at the squirrel, who fluttered down to the ground a few meters away from Damon and stopped.
