Damon remained relatively quiet ever since they began recounting their journey—how they had crossed not just one but three danger zones.
Each more dire than the last.
Well, at least Lysithara had places where weaker creatures could hide. But the truth was obvious. Had they not reached First Class by the time they entered the Whispering Forest, they would've died.
If they hadn't crossed the Duhu Mountains when they did, they would've been caught by demons… or turned to ash by Ashergon.
Damon wasn't the only one who stayed silent.
Matia sat beside him in a flowing black dress that matched her long, ink-dark hair. Taciturn as ever, she hadn't spoken a word—barely touched her food.
Come to think of it, Damon had noticed something odd.
Ever since she became a Shadow… she didn't need to eat.
By now, everyone at the table was fully absorbed in the story—noble or not.
