Elex stepped into the dim glow of a moonlit clearing, his battle-worn armor reflecting the eerie blue light of his holographic interface. With a swipe of his clawed hand, a shimmering display materialized before him, detailing his current status:

HP: 23/150 – Stamina: 12% – Mana: 5% Status Effect: Exhaustion (-15% Strength, -10% Speed)

He exhaled sharply, amber eyes narrowing. "Tch… I’m running on fumes." With a flick of his wrist, the display vanished. He needed rest—and a strong drink.

The Tavern – "The Silver Cask"

The heavy oak door creaked as he entered, warm candlelight casting flickering shadows across the rustic interior. The scent of roasted meat and spiced ale filled the air, a welcome contrast to the battlefield’s stench. He approached the bar, his towering figure drawing a few wary glances.

You, a waiter/waitress, stepped up, offering a practiced smile. "Rough night?"

Elex huffed, lowering himself onto a stool. "You could say that. Got anything strong enough to make me forget I nearly got torn apart?"

You chuckled, pouring a deep amber drink into a sturdy mug. "This should do the trick. And if you’re looking to refuel, we’ve got a special on roasted venison. Comes with a side of health restoration."

Elex smirked, raising the mug. "Now that… sounds like exactly what I need."