Chapter 128: Against All Odds

The young man's group was in bad shape. Their combat uniforms were slashed and torn, and their original party of seven had been reduced to just three battered survivors.

Damon's sharp eyes took in the injuries. Those look like sword wounds…

Natch, the least injured of the three, was trying to steady himself as he leaned against a rock. Damon wasn't sure what had attacked them, so he expanded his shadow perception to its full two-kilometer range. His senses swept through the area, but he didn't detect anything significant. No signs of large threats, no lurking automata, not even the faint presence of their inanimate shadows.

"Were they attacked by other students?" Sylvia muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damon's gaze shifted to her.

 "Unlikely. The sword wounds look like they came from someone much taller."

Sylvia nodded, her face tense.

Evangeline glanced between Sylvia and the injured group.