Damon pressed forward inside Mugu's body as they crossed the ancient wilds of the demon continent. This was an era when the gods no longer ruled and mankind stood in what many would later call its golden age.
There were no demons here. The temple did not exist in any meaningful form. Its influence was faint, almost forgotten.
Humans were still discovering the world, and without gods to shield them, they had learned to rely on themselves.
"Ahh." Mugu wiped sweat from his brow as he walked along the rocky path.
Ten months. That was how long they had been traveling.
During that time, whenever Damon possessed Mugu, he pushed the young man's body to its limits. He forced him to run farther, fight harder, endure more. And when Damon was not in control, Mugu trained his mana obsessively and worked on correcting every flaw he noticed in himself.
Even with the clothes the old woman had given him, he looked worn and thin.
