Other World 22

Third Person's POV

The next morning, the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden light over the castle grounds. The main character stood in the courtyard, checking his gear one last time. He had packed lightly—just the essentials—since he wanted to move quickly and not be burdened by too much weight. His sword was strapped to his side, a small pack of supplies slung over his shoulder, and his cloak draped around him, ready to shield him from the chill of the early morning air.

He was ready.

Or at least, he thought he was. A creature was terrorizing the villages, and he was determined to put an end to it. But he knew that the task would be difficult, and the outcome was far from certain.