Arnold closed his eyes and prepared himself mentally to see something scary as soon as he opened his eyes. He would probably be on a battlefield filled with knights ready to kill him. Or it might also be possible that he would be transported into a street filled with commoners and be ordered to kill them all. Anything could occur. Absolutely anything.
After all, it was the incarnation of evil who gave him the powers. Anything was possible. He didn't mind if he had to kill commoners. It would be much easier than killing fully trained knights.
He opened his eyes, ready for intense battles, but what awaited him was a stark contrast of his expectations.
He layed on the floor of a hut. His hut.
He looked at the empty hut that had a peaceful aura to it. Tiny rays of sunlight were entering the hut, giving it a picturesque look.
