Profiling

Root vegetables' aroma filled their home, but tonight it mingled with an underlying tension. The family ate quietly as lamplight cast dancing shadows on the walls.

"So, quite a day, wasn't it, dear?" Mari began, her voice strained but still carrying a hint of warmth.

Landre nodded mutely, her gaze fixed on her plate, pushing the vegetables around with her fork.

Von grunted, taking a large bite of his food. He chewed slowly, his eyes narrowed, a distinct frown creasing his brow.

"Adventurers," he muttered, mixing disdain with paternal jealousy. Not the envy of an outshone guard, but of a father whose children found something new and thrilling.

Von glanced at Vel, then at Landre, his frown deepening.

"They're all anyone can talk about now," Giri realized, observing his father's expression. "He's not worried about their competence; he's annoyed that they're stealing his thunder.

"What do you think they're like?" Landre asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her curiosity breaking through her silence.

*"Who, dear?" *Mari asked, tilting her head with a gentle smile.

"The adventurers," Landre replied. "Do you think… they're strong?"

Von snorted, his frown deepening as he set his fork down with a small clink.

"They're adventurers," he repeated, his voice dismissive. "All flash and bravado. Probably more trouble than they're worth." He shot another quick glance at Vel and Landre, his tone tinged with irritation.

"Your father's just being grumpy," Mari chided, giving him a playful nudge with her elbow. "I'm sure they're very capable. The Chief wouldn't have brought them here otherwise."

Vel listened to their conversation, filing away the information. His father's dismissive attitude was now clearly motivated by jealousy, not genuine concern. This was a crucial distinction. It meant that his father's opinions about the adventurers' abilities were likely biased and unreliable.

"It's not a matter of if they're strong," Giri thought, his gaze shifting to the window, where the last rays of sunlight were fading. "It's a matter of if they're strong enough for this. And if they understand what they're dealing with."

Vel picked at his food, his thoughts drifting to the adventurers' ranks. In his past life as Giri, he had designed the system with care. Bronze and silver ranks were inconsistent—some showed promise, while others barely managed. Most adventurers plateaued at gold, satisfied with the prestige and income it offered.

But platinum was different.

He looked at his father, still grumbling about the newcomers. Von didn't understand; platinum wasn't just a shiny medal. If an adventurer truly held platinum rank, they'd earned it through blood, sweat, and likely near-death experiences.

Vel finished his meal and excused himself to help his mother with the dishes. As he washed, his mind raced with a plan to get closer to the adventurers, knowing their adventurer's cards held valuable information.

"Mom," Vel said, drying his hands on a rough cloth, "I was thinking… since the adventurers are here to help us, maybe we should offer them some of the leftover food? It's the least we can do to thank them."

Mari's face lit up with a warm smile. "That's a wonderful idea, dear!" she said. "I'm sure they'd appreciate a hot meal after their travels." She began gathering the remaining food and some water skins. "You can take this to them. Just be polite and don't bother them too much. They're probably tired."

"Perfect," Giri thought. This was exactly the opportunity he needed.

He took the basket from his mother and headed out into the cool evening air. The village square was still bustling, though the crowd had thinned somewhat. The adventurers had set up a small camp near the center, a few bedrolls and packs scattered around a small fire.

As he approached, he could hear their conversation.

"So first portal huh, you two silver should watch yourself!" Honka's booming voice carried across the square.

"It would be quite the experience to witness the portal first hand." Bestiel's eyes lit up as he adjusted his position by the fire. "I've read and heard so much about them, after all."

Vel slowed his approach, careful not to interrupt their conversation. The basket of food weighed in his hands as he lingered at the edge of their firelight.

Mora sat cross-legged on a bedroll, her fingers working methodically over her hand crossbow. "As long as we stick to the plan, there's nothing to worry about." She pulled a cloth through the mechanism. "Think before we act, and it shouldn't be a problem."

"Still..." Bestiel fidgeted with the edges of his grimoire. "What if something unexpected happens? Portals are known to be unpredictable."

"Relax, you jumpy priest." Honka's laugh boomed across the square. He flexed his muscles, the firelight casting deep shadows across his bare chest. "You're always like this before a mission?"

These subtle details painted a clearer picture of their dynamic - Honka's confidence, Bestiel's caution, and Mora's pragmatism. Each piece of information could prove valuable later.

Clara, who had been silently sharpening her greatsword, finally spoke. Her voice was low and even, with a hint of steel in it. "It's wise to be cautious. We don't know what else might come through."

The others fell silent for a moment, the crackling of the fire the only sound.

"The Chief said this one's been active for a few days," Mora said, breaking the silence.* "That's… not good. Usually, they're contained much faster."*

*"Perhaps the village doesn't have the resources to deal with it themselves," *Bestiel suggested. "That's why they called the Guild, after all."

"Or perhaps," Clara said, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames, "it's more unstable than they're letting on."

Giri, listening from the edge of the camp, absorbed this information. So, they weren't a close-knit party. They were a team assembled by the Guild, likely for this specific mission. That explained their somewhat disjointed interactions. Mora, Bestiel, and Honka seemed to be more talkative and outgoing, while Clara was quiet, reserved, and clearly the most experienced.

He also picked up on another crucial detail: portals weren't a rare occurrence in this world. This was the first one for the two Silver ranks, but the others seemed to have dealt with them before. This was consistent with what he knew from the game. Portals were a recurring threat in Aeonalus, a constant source of quests and challenges for adventurers of all levels.

So, they're not completely green, Giri thought. That's a good sign. But Clara's right. The fact that this portal has been active for several days is concerning. It means it's will be more difficult to contain than usual, village has been neglecting it. He needed to know more. He needed to see those cards.

He took a deep breath, clutching the basket a little tighter, and stepped forward, trying to appear as unassuming as possible.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice small but clear. "My mom sent me with some leftover food and water. She said it's a thank you for helping our village."

"Oh, how thoughtful!" Bestiel's face brightened as he jumped to his feet. "Please, come closer to the fire, young one."

Mora set aside her crossbow and made space near her bedroll. "Your mother's kindness is appreciated. The journey here was long."

Clara barely glanced up from her sword, giving only a slight nod of acknowledgment.

"Leftovers?" Honka's jovial expression soured. He crossed his massive arms across his chest. "They feed us scraps? We're risking our lives for this village, and they give us leftovers?"

"Now, now," Bestiel raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Food is food, and home-cooked meals are always better than trail rations."

Vel kept his expression neutral despite Honka's outburst. The monk's reaction wasn't entirely unexpected – some people did take offense at being offered anything less than fresh meals.

"It's still warm," Vel said, letting the aroma of his mother's cooking waft from the basket. "Mom made extra portions specially for you all."

Mora shot Honka a sharp look. "Don't be rude. The village is already stretching their resources thin."

"Hmph." Honka's scowl deepened, but he didn't press the issue further.

Mora sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. She turned back to Vel, offering a reassuring smile. "Don't mind him," she said, her voice apologetic. "He's just… always hungry."

Clara's gaze shifted from Vel to Honka, a flicker of disapproval in her eyes. She then looked back at Vel, her expression still neutral. "We appreciate the thought," she said, her voice even and measured.

Giri, observing their reactions, filed away the information. Honka was clearly a pragmatist, focused on material rewards. Bestiel was polite and considerate, trying to smooth over any awkwardness. Mora was more easygoing and understanding. And Clara… she was a hard read. Her neutral expression gave nothing away, but Giri sensed a sharp intelligence beneath her calm exterior.

He offered the basket to Bestiel, who was closest to him. "Here you go," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Mom said it's roasted root vegetables and some fresh water."

Bestiel took the basket from Vel with gentle hands. *"Thank you, young man. Please convey our gratitude to your mother." *Bestiel turned to the rest of the group. "Anyone hungry?"

Honka's frown softened slightly at the sight of the food. He reached into the basket, grabbing a handful of vegetables. Mora also took a few, while Clara remained by the fire, still sharpening her sword.

First step is done, Vel thought. He needed to be smart to not cause any suspicion. Acting like a curious child seemed like the best approach. Perhaps he could feign interest in their work and let them brag about their accomplishments, hopefully leading them to show their cards.

He watched as Honka devoured a handful of root vegetables in a few bites, then turned to Bestiel, tilting his head slightly.

"What kind of work do adventurers do?" Vel asked, his voice filled with childlike curiosity. "Do you fight monsters all the time?"

Bestiel chuckled softly. "Not all the time," he said. "Sometimes we escort merchants, or retrieve lost items, or even help settle disputes between villages."

"But you do fight monsters, right?" Vel persisted, his eyes widening slightly. "Like… big, scary monsters?"

Honka, his mouth full, grunted in affirmation. "Oh, we fight plenty of monsters," he mumbled, swallowing a large chunk of vegetable. "Big ones, small ones, nasty ones… we've fought them all."

Mora nodded, wiping her hands on a cloth. "We recently dealt with a pack of Gnarlhorns in the Misty Woods. Nasty creatures, with claws like razors."

"Wow!" Vel exclaimed, his eyes shining with feigned excitement. "That sounds amazing! Have you ever fought… dragons?"

Honka let out a booming laugh, which quickly died in his throat. He exchanged a strange look with Mora and Bestiel.

"Dragons?" Honka repeated, his voice now laced with confusion. "Lad, dragons haven't been seen in… well, not in living memory. Some say they're just myths."

Mora nodded in agreement. "Legends from a bygone era. No one's seen a dragon in centuries, if they ever existed at all."

Bestiel added, his voice more somber. "The ancient texts speak of them, yes, but… it's hard to separate fact from fiction. It's more likely they were just… exaggerations of other powerful beasts."

That doesn't make sense, Giri thought, his mind reeling. I designed dragons. They were a core part of the game's world. Some of them were even the primordial beings that created the world. He looked at the adventurers, his feigned excitement replaced by genuine confusion.

"But… the stories…" Vel stammered, his voice laced with genuine bewilderment. "I've heard stories about dragons… powerful dragons… breathing fire and… and…"

He trailed off, unable to articulate his confusion. This was a major discrepancy, a glaring inconsistency that shook the very foundation of his understanding of this world. It was like finding a bug in his own code, a bug that shouldn't exist.

Honka shrugged, a dismissive wave of his hand. "Stories are just stories, lad. Best not to put too much stock in them."

Clara, who had been listening silently, finally spoke. Her voice was low and thoughtful. "Perhaps they were driven to extinction," she suggested. "Or perhaps they retreated to some hidden place, far from the eyes of men."

Giri seized on this idea, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "Hidden?" he asked, his voice now filled with renewed curiosity. "Where? Where would they hide?"

Clara simply shrugged, her expression unchanged. "That is the mystery, is it not?"

Dragons, gone? Giri thought, a flicker of genuine confusion crossing Vel's face before he quickly masked it. This world was diverging from his creation in significant ways. He needed to focus on his primary objective: assessing the adventurers. Specifically, their Adventurer Cards.

He watched them for a moment. They were still gathered around the small fire, finishing the food he had brought. Honka was the most enthusiastic eater, devouring the roasted vegetables with gusto. Bestiel ate more slowly, picking at his portion and occasionally offering polite comments about the food. Mora ate methodically, her eyes scanning the surroundings even as she ate. Clara remained near the edge of the firelight, her posture relaxed but alert, as if she were constantly aware of her surroundings.

Giri approached them again, stopping a respectful distance away. He wasn't going to press the dragon issue. He needed to establish some rapport and then subtly steer the conversation back to the cards.

"That… hole," Vel began, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the gate. "The one where the monsters come from. What are you going to do about it?" He kept his tone casual, as if he were simply making conversation.

"We're going to assess the situation," Bestiel replied, wiping his hands on a cloth. "Determine the best way to proceed."

"Assess?" Vel repeated, tilting his head slightly.

"It means we'll take a closer look," Mora explained, giving him a small smile. "See what kind of energy the portal is emitting, try to determine its stability."

"And then we'll close it," Honka added, cracking his knuckles. "Simple as that."

Clara remained silent, her gaze flickering towards the direction of the portal.

*"How will you close them?" *Vel asked, tilting his head slightly.

"By going inside, lad!" Honka boomed, puffing out his chest. "We find whatever core of the portal that maintains its existence, then we sever it." Honka explained with an air of practiced expertise, as if he'd done this countless times.

Mora and Bestiel listened closely, nodding occasionally in agreement with Honka's explanation. Clara, on the other hand, subtly shifted her weight, as if preparing to move, her gaze still fixed on the distant gate, a hint of impatience in her eyes.

They seem to know what they're doing. That's good, Giri thought, observing their exchange. He needed to get back to his original objective.

"What are those?" Vel asked, pointing at the cards displayed by Bestiel, Honka, and Mora. "They look shiny."

Bestiel smiled and held his card up. "This is my Adventurer's Card," he explained.

Honka puffed out his chest and displayed his own. "A fine Gold Rank card, at that!"

Mora winked and showed hers as well. "It shows we're registered with the Guild."

"Can I see them?" Vel asked, his eyes widening with curiosity. "They look really cool!"

Bestiel and Mora exchanged glances, a flicker of hesitation crossing their faces.

"Well..." Bestiel rubbed the back of his neck. "I suppose there's no harm. Though I must warn you, my achievements are quite modest compared to others."

Mora nodded, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. "Same here. I've joined the Guild about two years back."

"Bah! False modesty!" Honka thrust his card toward Vel with enthusiasm. "Here, lad! Have a good look at a real adventurer's card! See those golden borders? That means I'm among the elite!"

Clara remained by the fire, her attention seemingly focused on her blade maintenance. She made no move to show her card, her expression unchanged as the others shared theirs.

Giri took Bestiel's card first. It was heavier than he expected, the cool, smooth surface of the dark grey material feeling almost like polished stone. He ran a finger along the etched lines of script, noting the precise, elegant lettering. The information was simple:

Name: BestielRank: SilverClass: ClericActive Since: 3 Years

The blank rectangle at the bottom was empty. He noted a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer beneath the surface of the material, like tiny particles of light moving just below the surface. He couldn't discern what it was, but it was definitely not ordinary.

He returned Bestiel's card and took Honka's. The material was identical, though this card had a distinct yellow tint to it.

Name: HonkaRank: GoldClass: MonkActive Since: 5 Years

The same blank rectangle was present. He noticed the same subtle shimmer beneath the surface as on Bestiel's.

Finally, he examined Mora's card. The same dark grey material as Bestiel's, and the details were:

Name: Mora (Swiftarrow)Rank: SilverClass: HunterActive Since: 2 Years

The accomplishments section on her card was also blank. The shimmer was present here as well.

He returned Mora's card, glancing again at Clara. She remained turned away, still fiddling with her belt. It was clear she wasn't going to show him her card willingly.

This is weird, Giri thought. He distinctly remembered sitting down with a concept artist, helping design the model for these very cards. There should have been a list of achievements, key battles, notable deeds – a whole history for each adventurer – displayed in this empty section. But it wasn't there.

Vel looked up, a confused expression on his face. "This part… it doesn't show anything," he said, pointing to the blank rectangle on Mora's card. "It feels… empty."

Bestiel offered a gentle smile. "That's because it displays personal information," he explained. "Things like significant accomplishments, important quests… details about an adventurer's history. It doesn't always show; you need the owner of the card to give permission for it to be visible." He glanced at Mora, then back at Vel. "As Silver ranks, we don't really have anything to show yet. Just small achievements, nothing worth recording on the card."

Honka let out a booming laugh, clapping Bestiel on the back. "Speak for yourself, Priest! I've got plenty of stories to tell!" He puffed out his chest and held his card out again. "Here, young'un, take another look! Maybe this time you'll see something interesting!"

Honka pushed his large thumb onto the back of his card. It suddenly glowed with a soft yellow light, as if imbued with magic. No—Giri realized—it was imbued with magic. The surface shimmered, then brightened, the etched text becoming clearer, sharper, almost as if he were looking at a brightly lit screen. Honka then tapped the blank rectangle, and it expanded, revealing a larger space filled with smaller text detailing his achievements:

Defeated the Howling Ape (Solo) (Challenging)Mediated the Marauder-High Lander Dispute(Mid-Level Diplomacy)Mastered the Flowing Fist Technique (Advanced Training Milestone)Participated in the Defense against the River Trolls (Large-Scale Engagement)

Giri quickly scanned the details. The descriptions associated with each achievement gave him a much better understanding of Honka's capabilities. The Howling Ape defeat, a solo encounter against a challenging beast, was particularly impressive. The other achievements, while different in nature, showed a range of experience, from combat to diplomacy and training. They painted a picture of a well-rounded and seasoned adventurer.

Solo'd a Howling Ape, huh? Interesting, Giri thought. While the card only labeled it as "Challenging," Giri knew from his design notes that the Howling Ape was a formidable foe, typically encountered by groups of mid-level adventurers. Taking it down solo was a significant accomplishment. He knew precisely what level that encounter was balanced for—level 38.

Vel looked at Bestiel and Mora. "Can you do that too?" he asked, pointing at Honka's glowing card. "Make yours show what you did?"

Bestiel hesitated, then with a small sigh, placed his thumb on the back of his card. A faint silver light pulsed, and the blank rectangle expanded briefly, revealing two lines of text:

Escorted Merchant Caravan (Low-Level Escort)Retrieved Lost Artifact (Low-Level Retrieval)

The light faded quickly, and the rectangle contracted.

Mora followed suit, placing her finger on her card. A similar silver glow appeared, and one line of text became visible:

Tracked Missing Person (Low-Level Tracking)Scouted Crystalline Cave (Low-Level Scouting)

Her card also returned to its normal state almost immediately.

Bestiel gave a small shrug. "Not much to see, really," he said. "Just the usual tasks for a Silver rank."

Mora nodded in agreement.* "But,"* she added, a hopeful glint in her eyes, "if we're successful with this portal… well, the chances of promotion are very high."

Bestiel echoed her sentiment. "This is the kind of mission that gets noticed by the Guild," he explained. "Closing an active portal, especially one that's been open for several days… that would definitely boost our standing."

Honka let out a booming laugh. "Aye, but even if you manage it, it'll only bump you up to lower Gold," he said, his tone turning serious. "And let me tell you, sometimes that's more trouble than it's worth." He shook his head. "If your combat ability doesn't match your rank, you're likely to get assigned tasks you can't handle. Tasks that could even threaten your life."

Mora's hopeful expression faltered slightly at Honka's words. She glanced at Bestiel, a flicker of concern in her eyes. Bestiel, however, simply nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "He's right," he said quietly. "It's important to be ready for the challenges that come with each rank. A hasty promotion can be a dangerous thing."

Vel then shifted his gaze toward Clara, who had been listening to the entire conversation, though seemingly detached. As soon as their eyes met, Clara quickly looked away, her expression unreadable. The other three adventurers also turned to look at Clara, a mixture of curiosity and respect in their eyes. It was clear they, too, were interested in hearing about her accomplishments.

Just as Vel opened his mouth to ask a question, Clara shook her head slightly, her voice low and firm. "My achievements are… not relevant to the current situation," she said, her gaze now fixed on the fire. "We are here to deal with the portal. That is our priority."

She then stood up, brushing off her armor. "We should begin preparations and get some rest," she continued, her voice regaining a more neutral tone. She turned to Vel, offering a curt nod. "Thank you for the food. It was appreciated. You should return home to your family now. The village is under curfew."

Honka grumbled something under his breath, but didn't argue. Bestiel and Mora exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and resignation on their faces. They then began to gather their belongings, following Clara's lead. It was clear that despite their individual personalities, they respected her authority. The Guild had assigned her as the leader of this party, and her word was final.

A kid like Vel would have been disappointed, maybe even tried to argue. But Giri wasn't a kid. He recognized the signs. Clara wasn't just being modest; she was actively avoiding any discussion of her past. Something happened to her during her time as a Platinum-ranked adventurer, Giri thought, observing her tightly controlled expression. Something that made her this closed-off. He filed this information away, another piece of the puzzle.

There was nothing more he could do right now. But at least he had gained a solid understanding of the party dynamics: Honka, the boisterous and experienced Gold-ranked Monk, eager to show off his accomplishments, though perhaps a little too focused on rewards; Bestiel, the polite and somewhat nervous Silver-ranked Cleric, focused on following orders and eager for recognition; Mora, the pragmatic and capable Silver-ranked Hunter, keen on advancement and more grounded than the other two; and Clara, the silent, watchful Platinum-ranked Knight, burdened by a hidden past and clearly in charge. They were a mixed bag, to be sure, but they seemed competent enough. At least, for now.

This is enough, Giri thought. Honka was likely around level 40, judging by the context of his achievements. The two Silvers were probably somewhere above 30. And Clara… she was definitely stronger than Honka. Significantly so. The next problem is… what exactly is the level of the portal? He was forbidden from going outside after dark. The memory of the Wulfangs' glowing eyes and snapping jaws sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't risk encountering those creatures again.

He nodded politely to the adventurers, thanked them for their time, and turned to head back home. The village was quiet now, most of the townsfolk having retreated to their houses for the night. The only sounds were the distant crackling of the adventurers' fire and the soft crunch of Vel's footsteps on the dirt path.

The next morning dawned bright and clear. The village was already stirring, the smell of woodsmoke and baking bread filling the air. Vel, having slept soundly despite the previous night's excitement, found his mind already racing with thoughts of the portal and the adventurers.

He sat down at the breakfast table with his family. The usual morning chatter was absent, replaced by a strange tension. Then, Vel spoke, his voice clear and determined.

"I want to learn to read."

A stunned silence fell over the table. His father's grumbling ceased abruptly, his fork clattering against his plate. His mother, Mari, blinked in surprise, her hand pausing mid-air as she reached for a loaf of bread. Landre, who had been quietly eating, looked up, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Learn to read?" his father finally managed, his voice laced with disbelief, but a hint of something else – pride? – flickered in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

"What on earth for?"

"That's… ambitious."

Mari simply stared at him, her brow furrowed.

"Vel, dear… you know that only those who need to read, learn to read," she said gently.

Landre, however, seemed to understand his desire. She had taught herself with the help of the village elder, driven by a thirst for the knowledge contained in the church's ancient texts. A small smile touched her lips.

"I could help you," she offered, her voice soft but firm. "With the village closed off, I can't go out gathering herbs. I'll have more time to teach you."

Vel's face lit up.

"Really?"

Landre nodded. "But first," she said, tapping a finger thoughtfully against the table, "we need something for you to write on. And something to write with." She paused, considering their options. "An empty book would be ideal, of course. We could also use cloth parchment, if we can find any. As a last resort, we could write on the ground, but… you might not be able to remember the lessons if they're not written down properly."

"Maybe I can ask the elder if they have any unused old books," Landre suggested. "Or…" She paused, a slight frown creasing her brow. "The chapel should definitely have some. It's just…" She trailed off, her expression becoming troubled. "They don't give out things for free without a proper cause. Those books still cost something to be brought into the village."

Then, her eyes brightened. "Or… you can use my book," she offered. "I've been using it, even though there's not much space left for practice. There are still some of my notes and…"

Vel suddenly realized what book she was talking about. It was the worn, leather-bound book she always carried with her, the one she often read from during her quiet moments of prayer. A thought struck him.

That's the book she uses when she prays… Did she copy the prayers into it?

Mari and Von exchanged amused glances, a silent understanding passing between them. As long as the children weren't venturing outside the village walls, there was no harm in letting them pursue this.

Von then hurried through the rest of his breakfast, a sudden urgency in his movements.

"I have to report to the Chief and escrot the adventurers to the portal today," he announced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

A wave of worry washed over Mari's face.

"It should be fine," Von reassured her, though his own expression held a hint of concern. "If these adventurers are what they claim to be, there should be no problem." He paused, then added, "I'll be taking turns with the other guards, staying outside the portal while the four of them go inside to try and close it."

Vel's eyes widened. He suddenly felt a strong urge to see the adventurers off, to witness their departure for the portal.

"Can I go with you, Father?" he asked, his voice pleading. "I want to see them go."

Von considered for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked at his son's eager face. He knew Vel was fascinated by the adventurers, and he also knew it would be a good opportunity for the boy to see what real responsibility looked like.

"Alright," he finally said, nodding slowly. "But you stay close to me. And you do exactly as I say. Understand?"

The village square was bustling with activity. It was usually a place of quiet commerce and leisurely gatherings, but today it was filled with a nervous energy. Villagers stood in small groups, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting towards the far end of the square where the adventurers were gathered.

The adventurers' camp looked different in daylight. Last night's fire had turned to ash, with bedrolls and packs bundled for travel. Honka stretched, his laughter piercing the villagers' whispers. Bestiel checked his gear with intense focus. Mora sharpened arrows with practiced efficiency. Clara stood apart, greatsword on shoulder, watching the village path.

Then, the Chief stepped forward, raising his hand to silence the murmuring crowd. He was a tall, imposing figure, his face etched with lines of worry, but his voice was firm and steady.

"Villagers of Oakhaven," he began, his voice carrying across the square.

"As you know, we have been troubled by the appearance of a portal near our village. This is a matter of great concern, and we have called upon the Adventurers' Guild for assistance." He gestured towards the four adventurers.

"These brave individuals have agreed to venture into the portal and close it, ensuring our safety."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"I know many of you are afraid, but I urge you to remain calm. The guards will maintain order within the village, and we have faith in the abilities of these adventurers. Let us hope for their swift and safe return."

Von placed a hand on Vel's shoulder, his expression firm but gentle.

"This is as far as you go," he said. "You stay here, with your mother and sister. Understand?"

Vel nodded, watching the adventurers fall into formation. Clara led with her shining greatsword, while Honka took the rear. Bestiel and Mora walked between them, faces tense but resolute. Von and the guards moved to escort them.

The group traveled the dirt road to the portal, flanked by tall trees casting long shadows. The portal remained unseen, but the group stayed alert, aware that monsters could appear at any moment in this volatile area.

Clara stopped abruptly, raising a hand to signal the group to halt.

"We'll proceed in formation," she commanded, her voice low and steady. "Honka, you take point. Bestiel, stay close to me. Mora, watch the rear. The rest of you, spread out."

Honka cracked his knuckles, a wide grin spreading across his face. He moved to the front of the group, his bare hands raised in a ready stance. Bestiel, clutching a worn leather-bound book in one hand and a silver symbol hanging around his neck in the other, positioned himself near Clara. Mora moved to the rear, her hand resting on her hand crossbow, scanning the surrounding trees. Clara walked close to Bestiel, her greatsword held loosely in her hand. The remaining guards scattered around the party, keeping a watchful eye on the surrounding woods.

Von rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his position on the right flank, near Honka. Despite being a skilled guard, this situation still made his heart pound in his chest. He forced himself to remain calm and alert, his eyes constantly scanning the tree line.

A rustling in the undergrowth to their left broke the silence. Two dark shapes emerged from the trees, their red eyes glowing menacingly in the dim light filtering through the leaves. Wulfangs. Their fur was coarse and matted, and bony spikes jutted out from their necks, forming a grotesque mane.

"Wulfangs!" Von shouted, drawing his sword.

Honka's grin faded, replaced by a look of focused intensity.

"Looks like things just got interesting," he muttered, shifting into a fighting stance.

Clara's hand tightened on her greatsword.

"Formation!" she commanded.

Two of the Wulfangs lunged towards a guard on the right flank, right behind Von. Everyone drew their weapons. As one of the Wulfangs, in mid-air, tried to reach the guard, a sharp arrow struck it squarely in the head. The creature yelped, its momentum broken, and it tumbled to the ground, missing the guard entirely. It quickly scrambled to its feet and retreated back into the dark curtain of the trees.

The other Wulfang, undeterred, landed gracefully and snarled, its red eyes fixed on Honka. It lunged again, aiming for Honka's throat. Honka, with a fluid, almost impossible quickness for his size, dodged the attack, pivoting on his heel and countering with a powerful palm strike to the creature's chest. The Wulfang was sent flying backwards, crashing into the undergrowth with a thud.

The third Wulfang jumped out of nowhere, targeted Von, leaping at him with claws extended. Von raised his sword, meeting the creature's attack in a shower of sparks. The force of the impact made his arms tremble, and he struggled to push the Wulfang back. A nearby guard quickly moved to his side, adding his strength to the parry. With a combined effort, they managed to disengage, and Von seized the opportunity to swing a quick slash at the creature. The blade connected with the Wulfang's grotesque mane, slicing off a few of the bony spikes, but failing to penetrate its thick hide. The Wulfang snarled, unfazed, and darted back into the trees.

The last Wulfang, seeing its companions retreating, turned its attention to Bestiel. It leaped, aiming for the cleric's exposed neck. But before it could reach him, Clara moved with lightning speed. She stepped in front of Bestiel, her greatsword already raised high. In one swift motion, she brought the heavy blade down in a powerful overhead slash, cleaving the Wulfang's head. The creature collapsed to the ground without a sound.

Clara quickly scanned the area, her eyes assessing the situation. One Wulfang lay dead at her feet. The others had retreated into the dense foliage.

"They're smart…" she observed, her voice low and cautious. "They're using the trees to their advantage." She turned to the group, her gaze sweeping over each of them. "Stay alert. They could be circling back."

A long pause followed, an unnerving silence that stretched on for too long. Von shifted his weight, his hand tightening on his sword hilt. What are they waiting for? A surprise attack? he thought, his eyes darting from bush to bush.

Then, the quiet was shattered. A rustle from multiple bushes erupted simultaneously. Three Wulfangs burst from the undergrowth, all targeting Mora, who was at the rear of the group.

"Mora! Behind you!" Clara shouted, immediately sprinting towards Mora's position.

"Air Cutter!" Von yelled, executing a quick sword art. A visible crescent of energy flew through the air, striking one of the Wulfangs mid-leap. The creature yelped and was thrown off course, tumbling to the ground.

Clara reached the other Wulfang just as it was about to reach Mora. She swung her greatsword in a powerful upward slash, connecting with the creature while it was still in the air. Its head was sent flying, but its body, still carrying momentum, crashed to the ground near Mora.

The last Wulfang, however, managed to reach Mora before anyone could intervene. It lunged, its jaws snapping shut on her leg with tremendous force. The creature shook its head violently, trying to tear a chunk of flesh from Mora's leg. She had intended to fire her crossbow before the bite, but it was too late. Quickly release the weapon, Mora, despite the searing pain, focused on following the Wulfang's head movements, trying to minimize the tearing force. Her Hunter's instinct told her that any resistance would only worsen the situation, one wrong move would cause her to lose the limb entirely.

Then, a dim green light enveloped Mora. Bestiel, his face pale with concentration, was casting a healing spell to staunch the bleeding and ease the pain.

Then a quick flash, a reflection of polished metal. Clara's greatsword, having dispatched the other Wulfang, had returned with brutal efficiency. The Wulfang's head was now separated from its body, the bite slowly losing its grip. The severed head dropped to the floor, remaining still.

Clara immediately knelt beside Mora, her expression concerned. She quickly examined the bite wound, her brow furrowed.

"It's a deep bite," she said, her voice grim. "But Bestiel's healing is helping. Can you move it?"

Before Mora could answer, Clara turned her head, issuing a sharp command.

"Bestiel, continue healing her! Everyone else, stand guard!"

Bestiel nodded, his hands glowing with a soft green light as he continued his incantations. The other guards, along with Von and Honka, formed a tight circle around Mora and Bestiel, their weapons raised and ready.

The group stood guard for a tense few minutes, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and Bestiel's quiet chanting. Slowly, the green light around Mora faded, and the wound on her leg began to close.

Mora cautiously shifted her weight onto the injured leg, wincing slightly. She then took a few tentative steps, testing its strength. Finally, she nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. She retrieved her crossbow from the ground and sheathed it on her back.

"Three on one… that wasn't fair," Mora remarked dryly.

Clara nodded, her expression serious.

"They couldn't take us out separately, so they targeted one instead," she observed. "They're either very intelligent… or there's someone or something herding them." She glanced around at the dense foliage. "We should move quickly. This area is too easy for an ambush."

The group quickly marched away from the scene, leaving behind four Wulfang bodies. One of them, the one Honka had struck, yelped weakly, its body twitching on the ground. It could no longer stand, its internal injuries clearly fatal, though it continued to struggle in its final moments. The other three lay still.

Back in the village, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The villagers remained indoors, peering nervously out of their windows. The square, once bustling with activity, was now deserted. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional whisper or the distant sound of insects.

He overheard his mother and Landre whispering in the next room.

"If they don't close that portal…" his mother's voice trailed off, choked with emotion.

"The Chief said…" Landre began, her voice trembling slightly. "…he said if it stays open much longer… the creatures… they'll overwhelm us."

"We have to pray they succeed," his mother whispered.

A wave of nausea gripped Vel's gut. Everyone understood the danger these beasts posed, naturally. Yet listening to the terror in his mother and sister's voices... that transformed everything. This wasn't some playful adventure anymore. There would be no second chances here. Their very survival hung in the balance.

If they fail… it's over, Giri thought, the weight of the realization pressing down on him. This village… everyone… they'll be… He couldn't even bring himself to complete the thought.

Giri's thoughts snapped back to the Seers. He'd meant to speak with them yesterday, before the adventurers arrived. Maybe they know something about the portal… something no one else does. Now, with the guards focused on the walls and only his family inside, the risk was minimal. This is the chance.

He slipped out the door, melting into the shadows of the deserted street. Only faint lamplight spilled from the windows of the houses. He hurried toward the Seers' hut, promising himself a quick return. His small child's body made it easier to blend into the shadows of every corner. No one noticed. A moment later, Vel arrived at the Seers' hut.

The hut was small and unassuming, built of rough-hewn logs and covered with a thick thatch roof. It was built around a large, ancient oak tree that grew within the village walls, its thick branches extending over the roof like protective arms.

Vel paused before knocking, studying the ancient oak. Its gnarled trunk bore deep furrows like an elder's wrinkles, while leafy branches reached skyward in supplication. The tree stirred his awe, reminding him of those he'd admired during train rides in his old world - rare natural monuments amid urban sprawl. This oak held the same timeless presence, a silent witness to countless generations.

He hesitated, then raised a small hand to knock on the wooden door.

"Enter…child," a voice called from within.

Giri paused, surprised. He hadn't even knocked yet. He pushed the door open, revealing the interior of the hut.

The room, simply furnished with a bed, table, and a few chairs, featured bare walls where rough-hewn logs peeked through thin plaster. A crystal ball sat on the table in a brass stand, its surface faintly gleaming in the dim light. In the center, an old man sat cross-legged on a worn cushion, eyes closed and hands palms-up on his knees, a smooth, dark stone in his right hand, deeply meditating.

Giri had always imagined the Seers as a group, based on the Chief's previous mentions. But there was only this one old man, meditating on a small cushion.

"The… Resonance… we felt it," the Seer said, his voice low and steady, without opening his eyes. "The… Breach… it widens."

The Seer was ancient, his wrinkled face carved by time and visions. His faded blue robes draped loosely on his thin frame. Despite his age, he emanated stillness and peace. The dark stone pulsed faintly in his hand, like a source of subtle power.

Giri's gaze flicked to the stone. He recognized it instantly. In Aeonalus, it was called a 'Jewel of Potency.' It enhanced the effectiveness and potency of passive abilities, but its power was finite. It had a reuse time of about three in-game days.

The faint pulse of the stone grew dimmer, as if syncing with the Seer's words. Giri's thoughts raced, trying to piece together the implications of the Seer's cryptic statement.

"What else do you sense?" Vel asked, tilting his head slightly, his voice hesitant but curious.

The Seer remained still, the faint light behind him pulsing gently. "You," he said, his voice low and resonant. "You are something else. Beyond the Breach. Beyond… any Breach."

Giri felt a chill run down his spine, despite the strange warmth in the room. The Seer's words were unsettling, directed at him so directly. What does he mean, "beyond any Breach"?

"Me?" Vel asked, his voice barely a whisper. "I… I don't understand."

The Seer finally opened his eyes. They were milky white, almost completely devoid of pupils, yet they seemed to see right through Vel, piercing to something deeper. "The… Tessellation… of fate… it is complex," he said, his gaze fixed on Vel. "Threads… woven… from different… Realms. You… you are a thread… out of place. A… Knot… that should not be."

The Seer's gaze intensified, his milky eyes seeming to bore into Vel, as if trying to pierce a wall and reach Giri's consciousness. "You… will… understand," he said, his voice gaining a strange intensity. "You… will… as you… will… create… destroy."

As he finished speaking, the faint glow emanating from the dark stone in his hand dimmed, then vanished. The Seer's milky white eyes flickered, then returned to a normal, albeit aged, black. The otherworldly presence that had filled the room receded, leaving behind a seemingly ordinary old man looking at him with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Giri's mind reeled. The Seer's words echoed in his head: creator… destroyer… a Knot that should not be… What did it all mean? And that gaze… it felt like the Seer had seen right through him, had seen Giri himself, not Vel.

"Are you… alright?" the old man asked, his voice now gentle and concerned*.* "You look… pale."

"What did you mean?" Vel asked, his voice small and slightly trembling*.* "What… what did you see?"

The old man blinked, his brow furrowed as if trying to recall something. He rubbed his forehead with a wrinkled hand. "I…" he began, his voice hesitant. "I was… meditating. My usual routine. A way… that all Seers… have used… to sense… the… Kv'a… the ebb and flow… of danger."

He paused, his gaze drifting towards the crystal ball on the table. "It is… a way to alert the village… should… any… Duk'e… approach. Any… threat." He looked back at Vel, his eyes now clear and focused, though still holding a trace of distant thought. "Sometimes… we remember… the… Z'uth… we perceive. Sometimes…" He trailed off, shaking his head slightly. "Sometimes… we do not. It is… the will of Tir… to grant us… what we… should… know."

"Tir," the Seer repeated, his gaze distant. "One of the Inner Gods. The one who… unveils… what is… hidden. The one who… grants… Z'uth… to those who… seek it."

"So… what did you remember?" Vel asked, his voice small, bringing the Seer back to the present.

The Seer blinked again, his eyes focusing on Vel. "I remember… a wave… of darkness," he said slowly. "Getting closer… then… a sphere… of light… flickering."

He paused, his brow furrowed deeply. "I remember… a thread… snapped. Then… a Knot… forming… a new… thread."

Vel tilted his head, confusion evident in his wide-eyed expression. "What does that mean?" he asked softly, his voice hesitant.

The Seer's gaze remained distant, as though peering into a realm Vel could not see. "The threads of fate are woven into the fabric of this world," he said. "Each life, a thread. Each choice, a weave." His voice dropped to a whisper. "But some threads… are not meant to be."

Vel's heart quickened as he tried to make sense of the Seer's cryptic words. His thoughts churned, piecing together fragments of what he had heard before. A snapped thread. A new knot. The language sounded eerily familiar—like the mechanics of a program encountering a fatal error.

Giri's mind raced. The Seer wasn't speaking metaphorically. This was literal. Threads of fate. A break in the weave. Something that wasn't supposed to exist.

"Vel…" Giri thought. Vel was supposed to be dead. His consciousness faltered for a moment, grappling with the weight of the realization. If that's true, then… the new knot… it's me.

His breath hitched as a chill ran down his spine. This is no longer just a game, he realized, the pieces clicking into place. This was my creation… and now it's broken.

The Seer's voice brought him back to the moment. "You… child… are tied to this anomaly. Whatever lies beyond the Breach… it is connected to you."

Vel blinked rapidly, the words settling heavily in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond but found no words. The Seer's calm, unyielding gaze felt like it was piercing through him.

"What… should I do?" Vel whispered, his voice barely audible.

The Seer leaned back, his expression thoughtful but unreadable. "The Knot… must be untangled," he said cryptically. "But how… remains unclear."

"That's everything?" Vel asked

"All… I can… recall… for now," the Seer replied, his gaze still distant.

Giri, observing the Seer's vague responses, began to formulate his own line of questioning. He needed concrete data, verifiable facts. The Seer's cryptic pronouncements were interesting, but ultimately useless without context.

*"The Breach," *Vel corrected himself, adopting the Seer's terminology. "What was its… visual Resonance? Its location? The time of its arrival?"

The Seer's voice shifted, the cryptic tone fading, replaced by the weary cadence of an old man recounting a familiar task. "It was… five days ago, actually. My last Seer routine. Through it, we discovered a… disruption… in the air. It was just… a violet incision, like… a wobbly tear… of space."

"Violet?!"

The Seer paused, rubbing his eyes.* "Yesterday, before the adventurers arrived, I went to check with the Chief. Something… changed."*

"What was it like yesterday?" Vel asked, his voice steady despite the knot of unease tightening in his chest.

The Seer's milky eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the vision. "The portal… it was… vibrating more… violently," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Like… a vortex… sparking… shooting out of it."

Vel's breath caught as he processed the description. Vibrating violently. Sparks. A vortex. Violet. The terms rattled in his mind like pieces of a puzzle, fitting together with dreadful clarity.

*This is bad. Really bad. *Portals had a progression, a coded escalation that followed strict rules.

Regular rift could stabilize over time if left alone or cleared quickly. But this—this was something else*.* Giri thought, his mind racing. Violet, that was a tier 2 portal. One tier higher than the beginner portals. And considering five days had passed…

The words rang in his mind like an alarm. His body tensed, a wave of cold dread washing over him. No…this…is a raid boss portal. A structured event. High-level enemies. Designed specifically for organized teams of experienced players. The kind of challenge meant to push groups to their limits—and beyond.

This isn't just a monster spill, Giri thought, his skin prickling with unease. This is a full-scale escalation. He felt the weight of his own design bearing down on him. The progression was deliberate, almost cruel in its precision. If left unchecked, the portal would spawn waves of enemies, each stronger than the last, culminating in the arrival of the raid boss.

His mind reeled, running through the implications. Clara… she might be able to handle it. Honka's strong enough to hold his own. But Bestiel and Mora…

He clenched his fists tightly. They're Silver-ranked. They're not ready for this. The gap in their strength is too wide. This won't end well.

Vel swallowed hard, his throat dry. The Seer's words felt like an ominous echo of his own thoughts. This isn't just bad… this is a disaster waiting to happen.

Giri looked down at his small fists, clenching them tightly. I need to do something, he thought, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. Anything… The village is in trouble.

"What can I do?" he murmured to himself. "No one will listen to me. Vel is just a kid."

He stared at the ground, frustration bubbling inside him. What could he possibly do to make a difference?

His mind started racing, instinctively searching for solutions. Break the problem down, analyze the options, and find the most efficient path forward.

The Seers! The thought hit him like a jolt of electricity. People will listen to the Seers. They're trusted. Respected.

He took a steadying breath, his small fists unclenching slightly. If I can guide them to see what I see—what I know—maybe they can help convince the others. I just need to find a way to guide them…

His eyes darted between the dim lamps and the Seers, casting strange shadows through the wooden panels. Doubt tightened his chest. How could he make them understand?

Wait.

I've been talking to him all this time. He didn't seem suspicious about me. Vel is just a kid in the middle of the night, talking to a Seer about portals… and he didn't question it.

That realization gave him pause. Why didn't he ask why I knew so much? Or why I cared so much?

Does he already know something I don't? Or does he trust me simply because I'm Vel?

Giri's gaze flicked toward the dimly lit hut. He had to tread carefully. If the Seer wasn't suspicious, it meant he might be able to guide the conversation further without raising questions.

If he trusts me, I can use that. I just need to make him see what's at stake.

Giri took a deep breath, pushing the hesitation aside. He stepped toward the Seer, who sat calmly within the dimly lit hut, the shadows of the flickering lantern dancing across his aged face.

"Seer…" Vel began, his voice steady despite the storm of thoughts in his head. "Why haven't you questioned me? I've been speaking about the portal and dangers, but you haven't once asked how I know these things."

The Seer's eyes, piercing yet gentle, met his. He sat in silence for a moment, as if weighing his response carefully. Then, he spoke, his voice low but firm, resonating with conviction.

"I worship Tir," the Seer said, folding his hands in front of him. "Tir guides me, shows me what I should do and what I should not. It is Tir who draws me, like a steady current pulling me toward the divine."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze never wavering from Giri's. "But you… you are not Tir."

The words sent a jolt through Giri, but the Seer continued, his tone softening yet still filled with wonder. "And yet, I feel the same pull toward you. That same unmistakable attraction. Something about you, child, draws my spirit like no other."

The Seer sat back, his expression contemplative. "I cannot explain it. But whatever it is, it compels me to listen. To watch. To trust."

Giri stared at the Seer, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. Each cryptic phrase seemed to echo with unspoken truths, yet no clarity emerged. His mind raced with questions, each one spiraling into another dead end.

Why does he trust me? What does he see that I can't?

But the answers felt just out of reach, like a distant memory fading before it could be grasped. For now, he could only accept the Seer's trust, even if he didn't fully understand it.

I don't have all the answers, he thought, his fists clenching at his sides. But I can't afford to stop now.

It wasn't everything he needed, but it was a start. For now, that would have to be enough.

Giri took a small step forward, his hands clenched tightly by his sides. "I need your help, Seer." He hesitated for only a moment before continuing, his voice steady. "Our village is in danger. The adventurers might not succeed in their task. We need everyone to prepare for the worst."

The Seer's expression didn't waver, his calm demeanor steady as the flickering light illuminated his face.

"We need to warn them," Giri urged, his voice growing more resolute. "The people trust you. They'll listen to you. If we wait too long, it might be too late."

"What do you need me to do?" the Seer asked, his voice calm yet carrying a faint edge of urgency, as if he already sensed the gravity of Vel's plea.

Giri drew a breath, his small frame almost trembling with the weight of the moment. "Tell everyone about your premonition," he said firmly, his eyes locking with the Seer's. "The wave of darkness. The flicker of light. We need everyone to evacuate."

The Seer leaned back slightly, his expression unchanging, though his eyes held a spark of curiosity. "Evacuation…" he murmured, the word heavy with implication.

"If the adventurers fail—and they might—the portal could unleash something unstoppable," Giri pressed, his voice steady despite the tightness in his chest. "The village needs to be ready. They need to know what's at stake."

The Seer was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the dim light of the lantern swaying gently in the corner of the hut. The shadows on his face seemed to deepen as he weighed Giri's words.

"The wave of darkness… the flicker of light," he repeated softly, his voice carrying an almost reverent tone. "Premonitions are sacred, child, not to be spoken lightly. They hold truths that even I do not fully grasp. To share such a vision risks sowing fear, confusion… chaos."

He looked at Giri, his eyes narrowing slightly, though not in suspicion. It was a look of assessment, as though he were trying to measure something unseen within the boy. "But you speak of more than just warning them. You want them to act—to abandon their homes, their livelihoods. You want them to trust me enough to do the unthinkable."

Giri nodded, his voice unwavering. "Yes. If we wait until the portal grows unstable, it might be too late. The people will look to you for guidance. They believe in you."

The Seer exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Tir guides me," he murmured. "But this… this decision is mine to bear."

When he opened his eyes again, there was a clarity to them, a resolve that hadn't been there before. "I will do as you ask, Vel. But understand this—if I speak of such things, it will shake the village to its core. There will be those who resist, those who question me."

"That's why we need to act now," Giri urged. "The sooner they hear it, the sooner we can begin preparing."

The Seer straightened his robe, his expression heavy but resolute. "I will see the matter with the Chief," he said, his voice carrying a tone of finality.

Giri gave a small nod, stepping aside as the Seer reached for the door. The cool night air rushed in as they exited the hut together, the village bathed in the dim light of the crescent moon. For a moment, the quiet seemed almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm of uncertainty brewing within Giri's mind.

The Seer placed a hand on Vel's shoulder, briefly meeting his gaze. "Your courage is rare for one so young. May it serve us well in what lies ahead."

With that, the Seer began walking toward the Chief's residence, his figure disappearing into the night.

Von gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles pale under the flickering light of the torches. The air around the portal crackled faintly, an unnatural hum that seemed to vibrate deep in his chest. The swirling mass of energy pulsed and twisted, its colors shifting between shades of green and violet, casting eerie reflections on the surrounding trees.

"This thing is unnatural," Von muttered, his voice low and tense. "I don't care what the Guild says. It shouldn't even exist."

"You're not wrong," Mora said, crouched near the edge of the clearing. Her sharp eyes scanned the perimeter, her hand never straying far from the crossbow strapped to her hip. "But it does. So we deal with it."

The burly monk, Honka, let out a low chuckle as he cracked his knuckles. "It's just a hole, Von. Looks scary, sure, but it's nothing we can't handle."

Von shot him a glare. "You think it's that simple? You haven't lived here. You don't know what these things bring."

Bestiel, the Silver-ranked Cleric, stepped forward cautiously, his robe brushing against the tall grass. "The energy it's emitting… it's unstable. More than I expected for something this size."

"Which means," Clara interjected, her tone calm but sharp, "we need to act quickly. The longer it stays open, the worse this will get."

Von turned to face her, his expression hard. "And what if you're wrong? What if it doesn't just collapse? What if something comes through?"

Clara's gaze didn't waver. "Then we fight."

The hum of the portal grew louder, a faint pulse of light radiating outward as though it were reacting to their presence. All of them tensed, their hands instinctively moving to their weapons.

"You'd better hope you're ready for that," Von said grimly, his eyes fixed on the swirling energy.

Clara stepped forward, her greatsword glinting faintly in the distorted light of the portal. She turned to face the group, her expression sharp and commanding.

"Let's not waste time," she said, her voice cutting through the hum of the portal.

"We're going in. The rest of you stand guard outside."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over them. "Nothing comes in. And if something comes out that's not us... you know what to do."

Von rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his jaw tightening. He gave a sharp nod.

"Understood."

Clara didn't wait for further acknowledgment. She turned and approached the portal, her armored boots crunching softly against the grass. The shifting light of the portal cast an eerie glow over her as she stepped inside, disappearing without a sound.

"Stay sharp," Mora muttered, glancing at Von as she adjusted the straps of her crossbow.

She gave him a brief nod before stepping into the portal, vanishing in the same way as Clara.

Honka grinned as he rolled his shoulders. "Don't worry, Von. We'll handle whatever's on the other side."

He strode confidently into the swirling void, the rippling energy swallowing him whole.

Bestiel lingered for a moment. He met Von's gaze, his voice softer than the others. "Keep them safe."

Without waiting for a reply, he stepped forward and disappeared into the portal.

Von's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword as he turned to face the remaining guards. Behind him, the portal pulsed and crackled, its energy casting strange shadows on the trees.

"Stay alert," Von ordered, his voice steady.

The guards nodded silently, spreading out to form a defensive perimeter around the portal. Von took up position at the forefront, his sword drawn and ready. The weight of it felt reassuring in his hands as he stared into the swirling energy.

The night was still, the faint hum of the portal the only sound. For now, all they could do was wait.

Vel followed closely behind the Seer as they approached the Chief's residence. The grand wooden house sat on a slight hill overlooking the square, its windows dark despite the lanterns flickering around its perimeter.

The Seer's footsteps were steady but quick, his resolve evident in the way he moved. Vel, struggling to keep up with his shorter legs, felt a growing sense of urgency. This has to work, he thought. The Chief has to listen.

But when they reached the door, the house was eerily quiet. The Seer knocked firmly, his knuckles rapping against the thick wood.

There was no response.

Vel frowned, glancing up at the Seer. "Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Seer's expression tightened. He knocked again, harder this time. The sound echoed in the still night, but no answer came.

"You there!" the Seer called, turning to a pair of guards stationed nearby. "Where is the Chief? Why is his house dark?"

The guards exchanged uneasy glances before one of them stepped forward, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. "The Chief has left the village," he said, his tone guarded.

Vel's heart sank. "What do you mean he's left?" he blurted out, unable to contain the rising frustration in his voice.

The guard hesitated, then replied, "He received urgent news and had to return to Lona. Something to do with his responsibilities as a noble."

"And he just left?" The Seer's voice, though calm, carried a sharp edge. "He abandoned the village in the face of danger?"

The second guard, looking uncomfortable, added, "He took most of his belongings. Left in a hurry. Said it couldn't wait."

Vel clenched his fists, his chest tightening with anger. "He ran away," he said, his voice low but trembling. "He left us to deal with the portal while he ran to safety."

End of Chapter 4