Amon took a slow breath, steadying himself. The fear was still there, coiled tightly in his chest, but it was no longer paralyzing.
The strange man. No, the undead hanging before him had spoken calmly. He hadn't attacked. That alone gave Amon a fragile sense of hope.
He swallowed and spoke again.
"Sir… can you tell me a way to get out of this place?" The words came out carefully, respectfully.
"I don't know where I am," Amon continued. "I don't even know what part of the island this is. I just know I need to reach the coastline. If I can get there, I might find a way to leave this island."
Amon had noticed something since coming out of that cave. He couldn't see the mountain range, which was closer to the coastline.
This area looked different compared to before. So, in a way, he believed that he was not only lost, but that he had found himself in an unknown place. One where it might be even harder to find a way out. Asking this man seemed more sensible.
