章 61: Death is Statistically Improbable

Grumbling under his breath, Seth straightened and started toward the outskirts, muttering,

"You better not get me killed, Zera."

In the end, Zera's logical persistence won, and Seth set off with reluctant determination.

Though skeptical, he couldn't shake the feeling that this tombstone gave him.

On an overgrown path leading to the tombstone that was dark and foreboding.

Twisted branches form a canopy overhead, blocking out much of the waning sunlight.

The air grew colder with each step, carrying a faint hum that seemed to vibrate through the ground itself.

The forest was unnervingly silent as Seth picked his way through the dense foliage.

Every crunch of a leaf underfoot sounded like a warning to him.

"This place gives me the creeps," he muttered, sidestepping a patch of tangled roots.

[Your discomfort is noted but irrelevant ] Zera responded.

[Focus on reaching the objective.]