Damon was starting to feel like he'd been kicking down a lot of doors lately… and getting into a lot more dire battles. Something about this whole thing just felt off to him. He didn't know why—maybe it was just paranoia… or maybe it was a sixth sense warning him something wasn't right.
The whole horde of undead had gathered far too quickly. It was far too organized…
There was Mist Knight Thren, who was supposedly the mastermind—but Damon had a bad feeling gnawing at the back of his mind.
It was for that very reason he decided—he was just gonna kill the wretched corrupted knight.
He could feel the ground begin to rumble as soon as he kicked the door. It seemed Thren had called back his undead army.
Which meant one thing… the Mist Knight wasn't certain his current entourage could protect him from Damon and the two girls.
Damon admired the knight's cunning—but he couldn't help being a little disappointed by his overall reliance on bones to do the fighting.
