Chapter 813: Chapter 814: River Lazarak was still feeling sore about the whole thing even after three whole days, how could he not be. "This is aggravated assault against a minor ... " He scratched his cheeks with both hands, fingers dragging down his face dramatically as he kept glancing at Damon, who was trying his best to ignore him by focusing on the road ahead. "You hit me, I’m a baby .." Damon glanced at the toddler-sized god with a frown, his eyelid twitching, then he grimaced. "Lazarak by the goddess if you don’t shut up... I will beat your ass..." Lazarak bared his tiny teeth and scoffed, puffing out his chest like an offended sparrow. "You have no respect for a god. I am a god .." "Shut up..." Damon bellowed, pressing two fingers to his temple as a headache throbbed behind his eyes. Three days. Lazarak did not stop whining about being slapped by Damon for three days. When they had left the imaginary prison Eidolon, the world had immediately unleashed its pressure on them. More so on Lazarak, who was actually a god with vast amounts of power. well, barely any power now, but the fact remained. In the eyes of the world he was a bigger threat due to his rank being higher. There was also the fact Lazarak could unleash his full power due to being a god something no one else here could do. For that reason he was the biggest threat and suffered the worst of the suppression. It took some getting used to, but Damon and Lazarak had adapted to these harsh conditions. What they couldn’t adapt to, however, was Lazarak’s constant nagging. When the pressure had first crushed him, he had lost consciousness, prompting Damon to slap him. "Where are we heading anyway." Damon asked. They had set off without a destination, nothing, just an endless trek in a new land. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 At least it was normal to a certain extent. The sky was blue and the trees bore fruits, though everything here seemed different from their own world yet similar at the same time. "Hmmm. Our goal is to escape this world. For that reason we should be heading towards its center we’ll find an exit there." Damon narrowed his eyes. All this wasn’t the same thing Lazarak had said before, but he couldn’t be bothered. As he walked through the trees, he got a strange sense of— "Deja vu," Lazarak muttered with a pause. Damon frowned, turning to him... "Can you read minds?" he asked the god. Lazarak shook his head slightly, his small face scrunching up. "No, not at all. Except maybe if I use insidious magic like soul search... but Damon—" He squinted his eyes, scanning the forest, his tiny fingers curling as if feeling the air itself. "Is it just me or have we been here before..." Damon spread his shadow perception all around them to look for anomalies, invisible tendrils of black slipping across the grass and undergrowth but there was nothing to be found. Just animals and other small critters, no humans at all. There was no sign of any dangerous magic to induce such an effect. He sighed. "Yeah but oddly enough I’ve been feeling weird since I met you ..." Lazarak rolled his eyes at Damon’s words, tossing his head back. "Well, suppose it could be nothing. For now, let’s find a settlement and decide what to do moving forward." Damon nodded slowly, walking forward. The sound of footsteps behind him came from the lesser demon carrying Lazarak’s luggage with them. "When we find a settlement then what? They might attack us, you know." Lazarak paused slightly, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment. "You always imagine the worst, my friend." Hours passed as they traveled through the world. Those hours changed into days, and the journey was getting dull... there was no danger to them. Monsters existed on the way, yes, but those monsters were smart enough to avoid Damon’s party. It was not worth the risk to face such a formidable group. Or so Damon had thought. But it turns out Lazarak just didn’t want a fight, so he passively had an aura that made weaker monsters refuse to attack him. Damon should have been happy with no monster attacks, but that only made their journey dull. He was feeling lethargic from the fatigue of having experienced no life-threatening attacks. So with shoulders slumped he walked, until he heard small splashing sounds in the distance... Damon turned his head, then spread his shadow perception. With his next step he had already teleported through the shadows, vanishing into them like smoke pulled by wind. Lazarak didn’t even have time to react, so he cursed Damon under his breath for just leaving him, and followed with the lesser demon running after them, nearly tripping over roots as it tried to keep up. Damon found himself at the edge of a river. He stood behind a tree, hand resting lightly on its trunk as he looked at the source of the splashing sounds... It was a massive crocodile with deep black scales and jagged serrated teeth. It was easily fifteen meters tall... The massive form slashed in the river, trying its best to chase after a small raft, creating high waves with its massive form. Its tail slashed at the water, trying to capsize the makeshift raft... Damon frowned. On the raft were two children, a boy and a girl who were using magic to shield the raft in a barrier. Their magic was impressive. It was simple yet had the same amount of power a complex spell did. For all intents and purposes they were holding out just fine. Though it was a temporary outcome, they would most likely suffer a terrible fate if they did not make it to the riverbank on time. The boy grabbed a mana core and crushed it, his hands trembling slightly as he began to mutter something under his breath. Damon would have wanted to observe more, but Lazarak came charging in out of nowhere. He jumped off the ground and onto the back of the crocodile, tiny feet slamming down with surprising weight. With a single punch he raised a massive wave from the impact, jolting the beast as it cried out in pain... He glanced at Damon... "What are you waiting for? Hurry, stop it..." Damon glanced at the beast and sighed. With a single step he appeared onto the water, standing on the surface of the river. With slow, steady steps he raised his sword and slashed. A crescent slash cleaved through the monster as blood rained down, its innards dying the river surface red as its corpse floated. The children watched without an ounce of fear only a baffled and impressed look was plastered across their faces. "Did you see that, Sithara," the boy muttered...