The lowering sun cast a deep, golden-orange hue across the rushing river, transforming its crystal-clear, turquoise water into a sparkling canvas while massive trees towered along the steep, rocky banks.
[This is it…] I thought with a satisfied exhale before tipping my head back against the mossy trunk of a massive tree right at the bank of the river. [This is the exact, picture-perfect fantasy aesthetic I signed up for.]
Honestly, I was having the time of my life. It was the quintessential isekai cliché, and I was soaking up every single second of it.
My boots sat abandoned on the grassy bank, while the shotgun and khukri's harness I kept strictly within arm's reach, as I dipped my bare legs straight into the icy current. The freezing water immediately went to work, soothing the deep, burning ache settling into my calves.
Bringing a chilled can of coffee to my lips and took a long sip as the shadows around the tree line began to stretch.
