It was midday. Giacomo was outside the shifter’s cave, legs crossed, head tilted forward, facing away. Meditation had an important role in his daily doings. He heard a dozen stories about the creature inside behind him. A clear mind would be the best option to face the shifting Gecko.
As he entered the third phase of procedural breathwork, he started to notice some thoughts slowly forming in his mind. They were not of his own. He was sure of that. He obliged to listen to them.
He unbuckled his belt carrying the loaded scabbards and put it gently against the wall of the cave entrance. So gently that it looked like an offering. He removed his gauntlets, as well as his leather boots. His soles absorbed the smooth, warm earth beneath. Finally, untied his long hair and let it fall freely upon his shoulders. He kept his under armour on. He felt ready.
He looked into the darkness ahead and let his bare feet guide him inside.
