Damian began to walk forward almost by instinct, his body moving before his mind had fully processed what he intended to do.
His eyes were immensely cold, the lightning-like tendrils of Mana still crackling around his pupils as he spoke without turning to face Uncle Adam.
"Enemies have already found the tribe."
His voice was calm in a way that didn't match the fury building beneath his skin!
"Can you break down some thick branches of trees and bring them toward the clearing?"
...!
He said words that didn't seem to go together, a warning of danger followed by a request for lumber, and the combination made no sense to ears that hadn't witnessed what Damian had just perceived through his newly awakened senses.
Uncle Adam was astonished as first he became serious at the news that enemies had found them, his hand tightening on his spear and his body shifting into the ready stance of a soldier preparing for battle.
But then his brow furrowed with confusion.
