A Strange New World
Damien's vision was blurry, but he could still subtly make out some huge black figures on the horizon.
If he had to guess, it was at least a number of creatures like the Abominable Fiend coming this way.
"Ughh…your luck is rotten or what? Oh…somebody is coming," Luna suddenly said as Damien rolled over with a grimace, only to see a human figure wearing complete primitive black armor and a crude black mask with strange markings on it.
The person was holding a spear in their hand as they approached him slowly, making Damien try his best to see if he had any energy to just fly away from here. He didn't want to get caught up in the hands of any natives without knowing if they were hostile or not.
"Shit…" The injuries left behind by the Heavenly Flames were so much that Damien was unable to maintain his consciousness and passed out before he realized it.