Jason stood in front of the cave, his bald head shining as he continuously glanced into the dark cave.
He hesitated whether to go in and take a look but was worried about disturbing Ronan inside. Considering Ronan's usual calm demeanor, anything that could make him this "uncharacteristic" must be of great importance.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure emerged from within the cave, the ensuing gale forcing Jason's eyes wide open and involuntarily caused him to take two steps back.
Jason felt a flicker of unease in his heart, staring steadily at the cave before him. At that moment, the depths of darkness seemed to conceal an ancient, terrifying creature that was slowly awakening, breathing, breaking through a cocoon...
"Clip-clop—clip-clop—"
A faint sound of hooves, like the distant tolling of a bell tower at night, echoed from afar.
A chill touched the back of Jason's head, making him feel as if cold water had been splashed on his face; he turned abruptly.
