Athena's hand instinctively went to the blade she kept near her, her knuckles white as she gripped it tightly. That scream sounds like trouble... it must be fun.
"Mors, we don't even know what's out there. We can't just sit here and wait."
Mors glanced at her and gave a small, confident smile. "Trust me," he said firmly, his voice cutting through her anxiety. "Stay here. I'll handle it."
He moved toward the door, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. The storm outside raged on, the beast's scream still echoing faintly in the distance.
I need to follow. Athena's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him prepare. This time, it seemed fate had decided to test them once more.
An hour had passed since Mors had ventured out into the storm. The rain still pounded relentlessly on the roof, and the howling wind rattled the hut's walls.
