In the far distance, Damian could also see the figure of the Holy Daughter looking at him with an extremely calm but shining gaze. Her wing-shaped pupils seemed entirely focused on him, tracking his every movement with an intensity that spoke of questions she had not yet asked.
But he ignored all of this for now.
He wanted to test out the extent and the limitations of his new doctrine.
He had completely diverged from whatever path Warriors normally took in the Lands of Stone. Everything he had to figure out by himself. There were no masters to teach him, no texts to guide him, no traditions to follow.
Just his own instincts and his own ingenuity.
But just as he was about to get started...
HUUUM!
He began to feel faint vibrations traveling through the stones beneath him.
