Damon smiled at the creatures lurking beneath the water—eyes glinting, their distorted silhouettes already rising toward the surface. They had noticed the group.
What else could he do? He'd long since given up on menacing expressions. It was always the same twisted circle.
Monsters tried to kill them. They fought back, won—or fled. And when they fled, they carried more mental scars than physical ones.
He turned his gaze to Matia.
"Can you freeze this body of water?"
He crouched beside the edge, watching the ripples spiral out into the darkness.
"It's not as fast or as vast the water in the underground area."
Matia frowned. One thing interesting about this girl—she never questioned Damon.
She simply nodded.
"I can with some support… but these monsters can easily shatter any ice I create and attack us…"
Damon nodded, his thin smile unchanged.
"That's fine. As long as we have a solid surface to stand on…"
