"Arzelou..." The word echoed in Ethan's head like a bell that would never stop ringing. He couldn't forget the golden letters that had appeared beside the wall as if they were a message from another time. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring into the void in front of him, as if his eyes were still fixed on those words that suddenly disappeared. The night was eerily quiet, the dim light cast shadows on the walls, and the shadows moved lightly as the wind fluttered in light through the curtains. His body was exhausted from the wandering and altercations. But yet, his mind was alert and ready, as if that word had awakened something in him.