Dawn had come—not that Damon would know. It was perpetual dark around here.
However, Evangeline had taken it upon herself to light up the whole place every morning at dawn.
So, they had some degree of normalcy.
He never thought he would appreciate the little things like light, but darkness had taught him to love it.
Time really flew by in that endless darkness. They had grown weary—more so than before. The island of wreckage had also taken damage from the constant monster attacks.
It would fall apart soon. Some parts were already drifting away; the foundation was a mess.
For that reason, they would be leaving.
After a week in these underground ruins, they had grown used to the damp air.
Damon was sure he would soon receive a mastery that gave him resistance to cold.
Either way, it was time to go. He had already memorized all the possible safe routes.
Sylvia had created a meticulous map that charted their path to safety.
