Chapter 4: The Sword On the Rock
He stared at the dense trees above, their branches filled with leaves. He didn’t remember anything after he stepped through the door.
Now his back was against the cold, smooth ground—but he didn’t mind it.
If anything, he liked it.
It reminded him of home.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking it all in—smelling the fresh air, letting the cool wind brush across his skin.
For a moment, he just stayed there, breathing it in.
Eventually, he remembered the reason he was here. He let out a sigh.
"Time to finish this trial."
He jumped to his feet, took a deep breath, and stretched his arms out.
"Let’s do this."
While stretching, the temperature suddenly dropped. A cold wind swept over him, sending a chill through his body. He felt as if someone—or something—was watching him. He slowly turned, his hand still in the air.