"Bloody Full Moon?"
Upon receiving Freni's urgent message, Ryan immediately abandoned his skill assessment, the urgency of the moment fueling his actions. His hasty movements were unchecked, and as he stomped toward the door, his foot struck the boat plank with such force that it splintered, weaving a web of fractures through the wood.
Yet, Ryan had no time to ponder such trivial destruction.
He flung open the door, stepping into the night. As he crossed the door frame, the eerie glow of the bloody moon bathed him in its ominous light. Simultaneously, a cacophony of indistinct whispers assaulted his ears, a garbled language that twisted his insides with unease.
"*&%*...&...*"