Rocky took a deep breath as he stepped onto the hardest trail, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
'I'm scared' he admitted to himself candidly, as he tried to get a grip on his nerves and stop his hands from trembling.
Every rational part of him screamed for him to turn back, but the system notification had left him no choice.
He glanced back at Epita one last time, who watched him walk down the hardest trail with a mix of concern and resignation, before refocusing on the path ahead.
The forest around him felt dark and foreboding, with ancient trees looming overhead, their twisted branches casting eerie shadows that danced in the faint light filtering through the dense canopy.
Most of the trees and life forms around him were very different and foreign to the life forms he was used to, which added a layer of unfamiliarity to his surroundings, making him feel even more anxious than he already was.
