' Ethans POV '
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The morning has come on deserted isle.
The sun blazed high above the deserted isle, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of trees. His white combat tunic, laced with gold trims his clothes—was splattered with monster blood and jungle grime. His chest rose and fell steadily as he finished wiping off his blade.
The soft crunch of leafs underfoot, the salty wind against his face, and the rhythmic crashing of waves against jagged rocks formed a strangely soothing backdrop as Ethan Williams cut down yet another creature.
The beast—a fanged lizard twice his size—let out a screech before it was incinerated in a blast of radiant light.
Golden light danced around Ethan's palm as his light affinity surged back into a passive state. Another one down. He sighed.
"I thought this was supposed to be a challenge," he muttered, brushing sand off his uniform.
The creatures of Isle Providence were supposed to be fierce and bloodthirsty.
