The air buzzed with an electric thrill as the Monster Hunt Festival was finally ready to kick off.
The place was a symphony of clattering armor, eager voices, and spirited horses. The sky above looked like a moody artist had taken to it, swirling clouds casting ominous shadows over the sprawling forest promising a sense of adventure and danger.
The participants were draped in their finest hunting gear and gathered in a dazzling display of wealth and bravado, each one eager to claim glory—and maybe brag about it later at the banquet.
Vyan sat atop his horse, trying to look nonchalant while his brain did cartwheels. The reins hung loosely in his hand as his thoughts fixated on Iyana.
The bustling noise around him faded to a dull hum as he replayed her words. How easily she had slipped out a sheepish "just kidding" after nearly giving him a heart attack by casually mentioning her most precious possession.
