"Aaaarrrggghhhh!!"
Axxel's scream echoed from the backyard. A few minutes earlier, he had been tinkering with the magic scroll—turning it over, inspecting it from every angle, and even performing what looked like a ritual—yet nothing worked.
The rest of us, who had been waiting patiently, eventually decided to head back inside. Axxel, however, remained outside, stubbornly wrestling with his "mystery."
Creak!
The back door opened, revealing Axxel with slumped shoulders and a lifeless expression, as though he had just lost his reason to live. Without a word, he trudged to the dining table and sat down with us.
"I think we can already guess how it went just by looking at your face," I teased.
Thud!
Axxel slammed his hand on the table.
"Damn it! I'm so annoyed! Why didn't I think of something this simple? Back when it was still a game, everything was easy—you just clicked 'use' and it worked! But now that it's real… how are we even supposed to activate this thing?"
