Strayed Moon in his Trap

The dark sky loomed over everything, ruling with might once the sun had set.

Our feet trudged through the difficult path we tread in the dark of night. Only the occasional noise of stones being kicked disturbed the silence we were strictly instructed to maintain.

There are only a dozen of us, but our goal is not something I believe can be achieved by a group of criminals.

If it weren't for the money, we wouldn't dare to face the unparalleled mercenaries that lingers in that town by the forest just to capture some artificer—who is this person that someone would pay a sack full of gold for his capture?

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“No, this can’t be…” I sighed, sinking into my chair with a heavy heart. My hand letting go of the crumpled letter sent by the information guild.

The prototype orb has fallen into the possession of the enemy: the Old Church.