"It's like we're in the eye of a storm, isn't it?"
Eris's metaphor nails it.
The eye of a storm—it's that strange, haunting calm smack in the middle of chaos. The winds go quiet, the sky clears, and for a moment, you think the worst is over. But it's a trick. Out there, beyond the calm, the storm's still churning, its fury circling, ready to crash back twice as hard. This moment—me and Eris, snuggled under the stars, the world holding its breath—it's our eye. A fragile pause before the madness of dungeons, demons, and soul-crushing battles comes roaring back.
Yeah, once this quiet fades, another wave of crazy is coming. I can feel it, like a shadow lurking just out of sight.
Honestly, I don't know if I'm ready…
