Chapter 349: Heart Of War

Damon was already exhausted from the day, but this was par for the course with his party.

 After all, they had spent a whole week fighting their way out of the Whispering Forest.

 Why would they expect Lysithara to be any different? They had long since grown past the point of being weak, frightened teenagers in a world that obviously wanted them dead.

They had been given an option: adapt, or be removed. And they had adapted. They had grown—though partially in a direction of madness, weighed down by invisible scars that magic couldn't heal.

Each of them carried this trauma.

Damon didn't believe in therapy, but he knew that after what they had experienced, the mental health quartermaster would certainly have a handful.

 At this point, they were comparable to actual war veterans—just without the military discipline.