Five days had passed since they camped out in the ruined cathedral. They had fought off the occasional rotfolk and rested as best they could. During that time, they studied the layout of the city and planned their route through the ruins.
They stayed indoors, waiting for Sylvia to recover, and tried to rid themselves of fatigue. The days were mostly uneventful—Matia showed no signs of suffering after sacrificing her wings. There was always that creeping sensation of being watched, but by now, they had grown used to it.
They hadn't found anything worthwhile.
The cathedral was a safe haven… but they couldn't remain behind its broken walls forever. If they ever wanted to return home, they'd have to venture into the heart of the ruined city.
The only problem was Damon. He was getting hungrier by the day. He had used his sacrifice skill to feed his shadow—at the cost of his overall strength. Every day they stayed hidden, he grew weaker.
