Third Person's POV
Something in the air felt wrong, and he could feel a premonition with his senses that something foreboding would happen, and a battle of life was inevitable.
He leaned back slightly while his eyes narrowed at the distant horizon.
It's coming, he thought grimly, his gaze distant.
A battle… maybe not in the next moment, but soon. A storm is brewing, and we are walking straight into it.
The dark spectral carriage continued its journey and left behind the sprawling and walled expanse of the demon city, whose edges disappeared into the distance like an ancient behemoth resting under the sky.
As the haunting silhouette of towers and spires receded, Ethan turned his gaze to the endless plains ahead.
Looking at the dry savannah-like lands, he let out a soft breath, and his mind drifted as the rhythmic motion of the carriage lulled him into reflection.