Damon had a fabric tied around his head, holding a broom. Never in a million years did he think he'd be cleaning a mansion… in the middle of a death zone.
The worm was dead, leaving behind only a few twitching tentacles. Once again, Damon opted to get rid of the corpse. But to avoid suspicion, he let them see only part of the truth—how he reduced bodies to ash using Ashborn.
He couldn't exactly show them how he devoured monsters with his shadow.
Afterward, they'd taken a tour of the mansion. Other than some scattered bones and decayed furniture, they didn't find anything.
No monsters.
No ghosts.
And worst of all—no treasure.
That last one hurt Damon the most.
He bit his lip.
"The owners of this mansion must've been poor... Next time, I'll get a castle. A magic castle…"
The more he thought about it, the more pleasant it sounded. Evangeline, who was holding a mop and bucket, sighed as she glanced at him.
