The journey to the ancient alchemist’s lab had begun. With each step forward, I felt the weight of destiny pulling me closer to the unknown. Tempest, my loyal companion, moved with unwavering strength, his full potential unleashed upon the road. After an entire day of relentless travel, we had covered nearly 30% of the distance. But exhaustion lingered at the edges of my mind, and I knew it was time to rest.
I pulled on Tempest’s reins, bringing him to a halt within the depths of a quiet forest. The trees stood tall and ancient, their branches swaying gently under the whispering wind. I didn’t want to push him any further—his health was too valuable to risk.
With a flick of my fingers, I summoned Dynathor, my ever-loyal summon. His form materialized from the shadows, his glowing eyes locking onto mine, awaiting command.
"Gather wood," I ordered, my voice firm yet measured. "I need a shelter above the ground."