Shortly after Damon arrived at the Crimson Mountains, everyone important to him appeared one after another, stepping out of the paired teleportation gates he had quietly set up. These portals weren't open to the public yet, and they wouldn't be for a while. Damon wanted the weeds to filter themselves out before he let the masses anywhere near the main territory.
But that wasn't even remotely his concern right now.
His heart was still racing, his breath uneven, the ghost of danger clinging to him like cold fog. He had expected retaliation. Only an idiot would drown cities in poison and assume no one powerful would respond. With the abyss tearing half the continent apart and him poisoning chunks of the remaining half, the Light Faction's priorities were obvious.
