DAMON FEELS an unbearable frustration that is rising from him. It has been an hour since he decided to look for Calleous separately with the others and three hours since he last saw the others, yet he still couldn't find any clue as to where the young man is.
Not only was he losing his patience, but most importantly, he was slowly losing the confidence of finding Calleous in this big forest.
It was like the case of finding a needle in a haystack. Not only was it hard, but it now became impossible with how callous Calleous might have gotten farther from him.
Damon would have long stopped searching for Calleous if he had been someone else. Unfortunately, it was Calleous, and Damon would naturally become worried for him because he was more than just anyone.
If Cadmus is a big brocon, then let's just say Damon is a big simp. Even more than being a simp. Something more intimate and deep. And for now, he could not put it into words but proved it in his actions.
