Chương 32: Memories — traps...

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and Lionel found himself in an unfamiliar place. He stood inside a small hut, illuminated by flickering lanterns. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cooked food. In the center of the room, a table stood laden with plates, their contents partially concealed by steam.

"What is going on? Is this the third test?" he muttered, his brows furrowed in confusion.

He glanced down at himself and froze. Gone were his usual black top, trousers, and boots. Instead, he was dressed in a rugged brown tunic, worn and stained. His hands gripped a bundle of firewood, tightly bound with coarse ropes, and an axe rested against his side.

"Lionel…"

A soft voice pierced his thoughts. He raised his head sharply.