'Why would the System warn me about this death match... but not when I accepted the one with the chickens? Is it because the ravens are stronger? No... I'm sure it's not just that.'
'Then what the heck is wrong!? What the hell is going on? What am I not seeing? What are the ravens, the gland, and the Crystal hiding from me?'
Leon ransacked his aching head for answers, but none came. It was like trying to piece together a puzzle with missing edges.
He wasted no time.
'System… please, what's wrong?'
...
'Say something!' Leon shouted inwardly, confusion and frustration crawling under his skin like ants. He hated being left in the dark. If there was one thing he knew could kill faster than a beak or claw—it was the unknown.
His instincts, those trustworthy senses that had saved him countless times, were now screaming louder than ever. Blaring like an emergency siren, telling him something was off—something was very wrong.
His heart grew heavy.
