The early morning sun shone through the gaps in the makeshift shelter Kaelion had pieced together.
"It's been two whole days since Sylena helped me and gave me this bag," he thought, staring up at the fragile roof overhead.
"It's time to go deeper into the forest."
Gathering his things, Kaelion pushed forward.
Hours later, exhausted, he collapsed onto the forest floor and drifted into sleep.
When he woke, the sunlight was piercing straight into his eyes—and something near him caught his attention.
A small stone, gleaming faintly, sat half-buried in the dirt. It looked just like Sylena's.
Kaelion: "Could it be...?"
Curious, he reached out and picked it up.
The moment his fingers touched the stone, it vanished—absorbing straight into his body.
A rush of power surged through him, filling every part of him with energy.
Kaelion: "Woah... this feels amazing!" he gasped, stunned by the strength now coursing through him.
But before he could celebrate, a strange voice echoed through the trees.
???: "I am one of the Knights of the Soul King... and you should not have touched that stone."
Kaelion spun around, heart racing, as a figure stepped out from the shadows.