Pocket Watch

Emir's eyes scanned the area, searching for any monsters that were left behind.

He then moved closer to a cocoon, examining the ground around it.

There, amidst the dirt and debris, he noticed a broken pocket watch.

It was a small detail, easily missed, but his instincts told him that it was significant.

He bent down to pick up the broken timepiece, his fingers brushing against the shattered glass.

A sense of unease settled over him as he studied it.

Someone had been here—someone who didn't belong to this ruin.

Could it have been the source of the footsteps Aria had heard?

Aria watched him with curiosity, her eyes fixated on the pocket watch.

"What is it?"

Emir's expression was thoughtful as he replied while throwing it away: 

"It's nothing… Let's keep going."

They moved through the ruined landscape, their senses, mainly Emir's, attuned to any sign of danger.

And as they walked, his thoughts raced.