Three days had passed since Amon found this temple.
Three days of rest, caution, and preparation. He rested peacefully there, training all day and exploring the surroundings from time to time. When night came, he would hide inside the temple, never leaving it at all.
Now, after three days, he decided to leave this place.
The ancient temple slowly disappeared behind him as he walked forward, deeper into the dark forest, heading in the direction of the distant mountains.
The air felt heavier here, thicker, as if the land itself resisted his presence. The trees stood tall and twisted, their black leaves blocking most of the grey daylight above.
Amon moved steadily, his senses alert.
His body had recovered enough during those days. Not fully, but enough to fight again.
And fight he did.
The moment he stepped into a clearing between dense trees, the air shifted.
A low growl echoed.
Then another.
Amon stopped walking.
"…Of course," he muttered.
