As the morning sun filtered through the towering trees, casting a warm golden glow on the ancient stone walls of the Great Forest Temple, Sethryn and Lysar emerged from an underground chamber of the temple into the open.
The player's footsteps, once hesitant, now carried the assurance of a warrior who had spent three months honing his skills during his time in isolation at the Temple.
His raven black hair swayed gently with each step as he and his companion descended the moss-covered steps just beyond the archway from whence they had entered the temple three months ago.
The air was alive with the whispers of leaves and the distant murmur of a playful stream that wound its way through the temple grounds.
There was a new depth to Sethryn's eyes. It reflected the confidence the player had gained from his intensive training.
In his hands, he clutched the sharp greenish-black Green Mantis' Claw.
"Inventory," he muttered.
