Damian went north. The mortals from the south carried weapons similar to what Morgan had, and did not wish to risk their lives on the off chance they were Morgan's allies. The west was no better, with combat in the skies as well as a mysterious strip of ash land. What had occurred for such a thing to happen in this desolate area? He did not know, nor did he have any intentions of finding out. Though trouble may still wait them, Damian led his group to the north, careful not to harm Lilly in his arms. He did not do much to make the walk comfortable however, as his pacing made her ride somewhat bumpy. He wanted to cover a lot of ground but didn't want to risk being shot out of the skies, so he was practically running as fast as he can towards the north, always on the watch for possible threats.