The group ran through the dense forest, fear clawing at their backs, pushing them past exhaustion. The night stretched endlessly above them, their bodies slick with dried blood and grime. Damon led the way, his spatial awareness and night vision cutting through the darkness, but his stomach churned with hunger. He bit his lip, feeling the loss of his dwindling supply of magic crystals.
Sending his shadow beyond its normal range consumed his shadow energy at an alarming rate, but he had no choice—he had to scout ahead. His hunger gnawed at him, his shadow reserves now at fifty percent. That meant he had exactly fifty shadow energy left.
He had burned through seven hundred just escaping. Now, only half remained. The lack of energy granted him a slight boost in stats, but he knew the closer he got to starving, the harder it would be to stay sane.
Damon suddenly skidded to a halt, leaning against a thick tree, his breath ragged. "Let's stop for the night…"