Damon, Tristan, and Lana sat at the dining table, their expressions marked by a peculiar mix of intrigue and curiosity. While the trio managed to rouse themselves from slumber and make it to the dining area, the rest of their companions had failed to do so and now had to endure hunger pangs while enduring a grueling training session.
For Damon, who had lived for over a thousand years, this predicament posed no problem. Despite residing in the body of a fifteen-year-old, he possessed the mental fortitude of an ancient deity. Scaling such arduous training came naturally to him, but he couldn't say the same for the others.
"You really care even though you act cold most times." Tristan said with a smile.