The roar of the motorcycle beneath him, Ethan sped through the city streets with thoughts whirling in his mind. 'What is my true mission?' he pondered, the weight of purpose pressing on him. 'I can't afford distractions. I mustn't forget why I've been given a second chance.'
As the wind tousled his hair, his mind echoed with determination. 'Stay focused, Ethan. Rescue Shiva. That's the sole purpose. No room for wavering. No room for getting lost in the chaos of demons and doubts.'
With each passing moment, the city lights blurred, and Ethan's resolve solidified. 'This ...this whole thing is more than just a quest for godhood, it's a pursuit of redemption. Shiva, my love, I won't let anything deter me from reaching you, whereever that is,'
As Ethan's thoughts swirled in the rhythm of the motorcycle's hum, a pair of hands reached forward, wrapping around his waist. A voice whispered, "We are here."