Chapitre 62: Lenticular and Player Conversation

I lay in my tent, the soft breathing of Lira beside me, and the warm glow of the campfire casting dancing shadows on the canvas walls.

  Moonlight filtered through the fabric, painting the interior in shades of silver. 

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and questions, and at that moment, I thought that I can't do all of it alone.

That I need someone to lend me a helping hand too. I'm not a God, after all.

"Yo, Ares. You there?" I whispered softly into the quiet night, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

[The King of War nods silently]

"I've got a question or two," I continued, my words barely audible.

The response came swiftly, the message from Ares appearing as a holographic pop-up in front of me.

[The King of War says he'll answer anything that is within his limits and not censored by the System]

I took a deep breath, the weight of the impending conversation settling over me.