The sun begins to set. I've spent the entire day adventuring. First, the flood, and search and rescue afterward. This is the last stop on my route.
A tension fills the air. All sound seems to have been muffled. My ears feel a strange pressure.
"Return to the guild."
I turn to see who said it, and find no one.
"Return."
I turn again to find a shadowy figure standing in the way.
"Stand aside! They need my help." I shout, expecting my voice not to carry.
A gargantuan roar rings in the distance.
"Return to the guild," it repeats.
Colorful rays erupt toward the sky in the distance. The remaining group must be battling something powerful.
I don't know if this is a deception or a message from the guild, but I know I can't simply give in.
Amidst a wave of nostalgia, I steady my spear. "Stand aside!" The figure doesn't budge. I run toward it with spear extended.
