The village of Turnipton had finally returned to its usual, peaceful rhythm. After the chaotic battle with the dark creatures from the forest, everything seemed to calm down—except for Marcus. His heart still raced when he thought about what happened, the terror of the unknown that had gripped him in that moment. But there was something else—something more sinister. The system's persistent notifications, its cryptic quests, and the pressure it had started placing on him. It was only getting worse.
The warm morning sun filtered through the trees, but Marcus felt uneasy as he stood near the edge of the forest, staring into the distance. His fingers wrapped around the Whisperer's Amulet that hung from his neck, feeling the soft pulse of energy that emanated from it. He could still hear the faint murmurs of the system in his mind, like whispers that were becoming more insistent with each passing moment.
*Ding!*
