Chapter 6: Finding Motivation In Unexpected Battles
Beep
Beep
Lucien winced in his sleep and rolled to his other side. The system's beeping continued, persistent and grating against his ears.
It had been a couple of days, perhaps months, since Lucien started living in Evelaine Hollows. And truth be told, it was a peaceful life—like he had hoped. Though Evelaine Hollow was drenched in perpetual darkness and intermittent, noisy rain.
But even the noise of the rain sometimes sounded like soothing ASMR, lulling him into deeper sleep.
Beep
Beep
He had silenced the system notifications of the game to avoid any disturbance. That was why, now, even though the system remained stubborn, Lucien showed no signs of waking up.
He slept on a unique bed that seemed crafted from aged but exquisite wood, with foam manufactured from pure cotton. The bed sat in a cottage that appeared to have grown from the enormous branches of a tree rather than been built there.
The entire tree shuddered, sending a soft and eerie rustle rippling across the dark and silent Hollows.
The murky waters danced with subtle ripples spreading endlessly across their surface. The grasses swayed gently. Everything moved softly at first, then suddenly the pace quickened. Even though Evelaine Hollow was sealed off from the world by strange mist—receiving no natural breeze or sunlight—a terrifying gale suddenly tore across the dark landscape, violently shaking every part of the Hollows.