Damon has been walking for days with no food or water. His body aches and he can barely see straight. It’s been a month since he was exiled from Salona by his tyrant brother and he’s been walking ever since.

Damon finally collapsed on the grass, he could barely feel any of his limbs. His eyes filled with a bit of hope as he saw a figure in the distance—he reached his hand out, “H…Help…me…” he said in a raspy voice before he finally fell unconscious.