Hex glided through the darkness as he moved to the village entrance. Behind him, he heard Marcia shout some expletives at Elize. The leader of the Guardians seemed to have realized the seriousness of the situation. Just before Hex moved away, he saw the petite man focus his abilities on trying to get away from the two female Enlightened Knights.
It was the smartest thing the man could have done.
It took Hex a few seconds to reach the village. The darkness didn't impede him. Not even in the slightest. He would have to look into it.
In the back of his mind, he had one possible explanation for his affinity with the darkness, his physical body. All the bits and pieces he gathered so far insinuated his natural affinity to be with the darkness element. He was a Hex after all. And seeing the remnant darkness left by the Witch, he suspected he inherited – Hex rather not say that he was imbued with it during his creation – it from her.
