A Peaceful Walk? Yeah, Right.
Ethan had one goal for the night—relax.
No existential crises. No godly threats. No ancient princesses judging his "criminally futuristic" outfit.
Just a peaceful nighttime stroll.
He wandered through the village, hands tucked into his borrowed cloak, trying to enjoy the quiet.
It wasn't too bad. The streets were calmer now, only a few merchants packing up their stalls. The scent of roasted meat still lingered in the air, making his stomach grumble.
For a moment—just a moment—Ethan thought, "Maybe I can handle this ancient life."
And then—
A deep, disturbing moan echoed from the forest.
Ethan froze.
His instincts immediately went into survival mode.
Did I just hear that right?
Another moan. This one even more unsettling.
> "Ohhh, great Rift, we feel your divine presence!"
"Bless us, O gateway of desire!"
"Tonight, we embrace your sacred gift!"
Ethan's face slowly twisted into absolute horror.
"...Nope. Nope. NOPE."
