Chapter 825: 826: Sixteen Percent

Damon crossed his arms, watching them from a sand dune, a bow and arrow held awkwardly in both hands. He wasn't worried, he just wanted to hold his bow in his hand.

It was strange crossing his arms while gripping a bow and arrow at the same time. He almost looked.

anxious. Lazarak chuckled, sitting casually atop the hot sand dune.