[Damn it... That thing swallowed my spear...]
Berkah balled up his fists, his body still trembling slightly from the fear induced by his clone's experiences.
He then got up from his bed and stretched his feathered spine, glancing outside his window, he saw the moon brightly illuminating the Naga territory enveloped in the silence of night.
Berkah assumed that it was a little over midnight based on how quiet it was.
[The harvest is tomorrow... I've already spent way too much time here, I hope I can clear this stage by then.]
[And to think there's eleven more after this...]
Berkah let out an exasperated sigh and walked closer to the wide windows of his assigned chambers.
[I hope time flows the same outside of this Labryinth...]
[I'd hate to go back home only to find that 50 years had elapsed or something...]
Berkah rested his elbows on the wooden window sill and glanced down at the cluster of ugly mud houses below him as he grappled with his fears and paranoia.
[...]
