Chapter 83: Legacy of Carmen Vale

Damon's muscles ached as he sat in Anvil's workshop, the sourness of exhaustion creeping through his body. He had spent the last three hours in the smith's cluttered shop, mastering the controls of what he now called the "Omnidirectional Gear." The name felt fitting for the intricate mechanism Anvil had crafted.

The usual rhythmic hammering from earlier was gone; it was a kind of mourning. Anvil, like the rest of the town, was grieving the death of the kind hunter Carmen Vale.

It had been a few days since Carmen's death was discovered. The town had come together for a funeral, though there was no body to bury—just a few personal belongings that symbolized the man he had been. Most assumed his body had been consumed by a monster.

They weren't wrong. Damon had consumed him.

As he flipped through the manual, deciphering the intricate controls of the gear, Anvil spoke in a wistful tone about Carmen, his voice tinged with sorrow.