Chapter 410: 411: Whisper Coin

Damon's sword flashed - blood flowed like ink from a torn page as he passed through a cluster of monsters, emerging by the jagged edge of a broken wall. He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged lands, ignoring the endless symphony of violence echoing all around him.

The sounds of death and despair were enough to make anyone mad and the corruption could reduce anyone into monstrous remnants of themselves. He held his chin with mock seriousness and gave a slow nod.

"Yes, yes. I'm lost."