No plan

In the distance, a dilapidated house stood tall, its once majestic facade now marred by time and neglect. The desolate landscape surrounding it exuded an air of eerie desolation, with decaying trees standing like skeletal sentinels, their gnarled branches reaching out to the heavens. A thick blanket of fog hung in the air, shrouding the scene in an ethereal haze. Ralph tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the weight of his purpose in his hands.

Deacon with shimmering scales, observed Ralph's determined stride, his eyes betraying a mix of concern and wisdom. "And where do you think you're going, Ralph?" Deacon inquired, his deep voice laced with caution.

Ralph turned to face Deacon, a spark of determination lighting up his eyes. "To confront the darkness head-on," he replied resolutely, his gaze fixed upon the foreboding house. Deacon let out a soft sigh, his warm breath mingling with the cold air. "Impulsiveness has hindered you from capturing a demon thus far," he remarked, his t