Fall Of Olympus (14)
In his Battle Soul, Damian sat still, observing a spot in the dark space of the Underworld. Pervaded by the familiar deathly energy that was unique to the land of the dead, one would be hard-pressed to find anything of importance there. Yet, it was exactly this place Claire had pointed to.
The lad could feel it. That terrifying aura that made his hair stand on end. Compared to before, it was far more stronger and suffocating. Clearly, this was most likely the entrance to their destination.
"So, what should we do?" It was Claire who asked the question.
Damian didn't answer immediately. Instead, with a command from him, his Chaos Edict sailed towards his Life Weapon, a similar occurrence appearing on the gargantuan blade of his Battle Soul. And then, he said.
"We blast our way through."