Damian got lost.
The acolyte found himself in s strange looking land. With trees that grow taller than normal, swaying in a weird way which, didn’t always go with the direction of the wind. As if it was saying that it didn’t answer to this. As if it was saying that it has no master than itself.
Aside from the ominous movement of their branches, there are hollow parts to these tall abominations. Ones which reflected the glow of moonlight, creating seeming eyes which added to Damian’s belief that, the trees aren’t normal.
But he didn’t have time to play mind games with the darkness of the night. He continued moving through the forest, disregarding all the noise he hears and, all the images he sees in the darkness. Focusing only on the road ahead, as if his life wasn’t in any form of dange
