Vrachos

Micah regarded Peter with a solemn expression, an unspoken understanding passing between them. A sense of trepidation hung heavy in the air, an uninvited guest at the forefront of Peter's thoughts.

"Are you sure?" Micah's voice held an undercurrent of anxiety, which only heightened Peter's unease. The burden of wielding the Heather Eye weighed heavily on his shoulders, and his confidence wavered.

"I'm not sure at all, Micah," Peter confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Memories of their previous encounters with the Ikes flooded his mind. "Back when we fought the Ikes in Hemor, I was fine just using my weapon to defeat them."

Micah nodded, acknowledging the validity of Peter's concerns.

"But now," Peter continued, "I have an important role to play. I need to harness this incredible power that I've only had two days to practice with." His frustration was evident. "If I just had a week to hone my skills, I'd feel much more confident."