Chapter 4: Sometimes Being Reckless Pays Off! Other Times, You’re Just DEAD...
"This is not that dwarf's place..." Lukas muttered aloud.
Black clouds swirled all around him. Grimacing as windy whispers hit his ear, Lukas walked forward.
The place was strange. It felt like a mix between a nice day at the beach and a heavy hurricane in the middle of the sea.
As if it were a horrible place painted over with a nice setting—or vice versa.
Shaking his head, Lukas decided he didn't care about the place much. If it was some dark, scary place that just gave him even more reason to leave as fast as he could.
Assuming that was possible.
After 30 minutes of aimless walking, Lukas hung his head in frustration.
"I'm never stabbing myself again!" he droned, wishing he had thought this through a little more.
Whish!! Whoosh!!
A sudden gust of wind rushed into Lukas, knocking him off his feet. At the same time, a soft sound that almost seemed like laughter echoed around him.
Placing his palm on the ground, Lukas pushed himself up. Then he glanced to the spot the wind had come from, wondering why that laughter sounded so familiar.