Ethan sat by the fire, the warmth of the flames failing to soothe the unease gnawing at him. The villagers had resumed their hushed conversations, their voices little more than murmurs in the background.Ethan closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. He choose to delve into his Mindscape Abyss rather than listening to them.In an instant, the world around him shifted. The comforting warmth of the fire was replaced by the cold, desolate expanse of a ruined city inside his mind.Shadows stretched across the landscape, cast by the remnants of crumbling structures and broken statues.Standing before him were his Soul Slaves, silent and imposing. The Shadow Behemoth, with its hulking frame and grey skin, exuded a primal menace. Its claws gleamed in the dim light.Beside the Behemoth stood the Guardian, a tall and lithe figure draped in flowing grey robes. Its eyes, empty and devoid of emotion, seemed to pierce through the darkness.