Damon caught up to his party, swinging over branches and trees with effortless speed. His movements were fluid, his body adjusting naturally to each leap and twist. The omnidirectional gear made traversal seamless, and his parkour skills allowed him to vault over obstacles with ease.
As he landed next to Evangeline, he snatched his bag without a word. She eyed him for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Damon glanced at them all, offering a thin smile. "I've got good news and bad news."
Evangeline gave a small, weary smile. "I'd prefer no news at all."
Damon chuckled. At least the mood wasn't too heavy. He didn't want them overcome with fear.
"The good news is there are no lesser demons—yet. And some of the goblins are dead or injured," he said, adjusting his bag. "The bad news? There are three war trolls, and they already hate us. I imagine we've got a day, at most, before they catch up."