Welcome to Aldia, a land where enchantment thrives and magic weaves through the very fabric of daily life. In Aldia, the air shimmers with the potential of spells waiting to be discovered, and every corner holds the promise of adventure. From the vibrant towns nestled in lush valleys to the towering mountains that kiss the sky, Aldia is a whimsical realm where imagination knows no bounds. A land divided into four distinct provinces, Aldia is a kaleidoscope of colours, cultures, and curious creatures, making it a delightful haven for adventurers and dreamers alike.

The first province towards the east, Lyraea, is renowned for its sprawling meadows and lush forests alive with diverse flora and fauna. Here, the air is infused with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and gentle breezes carry the joyful laughter of children playing with playful pixies. Lyraea is famous for its annual Harvest Festival, where townsfolk gather to showcase their magical talents, from potion crafting to enchanting musical performances. The skies above are filled with the vibrant colours of fireworks, each explosion accompanied by melodic chants that bound through the air.

Travelling to the north province, Eldoria, one encounters soaring mountains adorned with sparkling crystals. Eldoria is a place where the peaks touch the clouds, and magic is woven into the very fabric of its inhabitants. The skilled artisans of this province create breathtaking sculptures and jewellery that pulse with imbuement spells, enhancing their beauty and value. Eldoria is also home to the prestigious Academy of Arcane Arts, where aspiring mages learn to harness their inherent powers, crafting spells to ignite imagination and inspire harmony.

Delving further into the diverse landscape, we find the coastlines of Marinthia in the south. This breathtaking province, draped in azure waters and golden sands, is a sanctuary for aquatic magic. Merfolk and sea wizards share their extraordinary talents with land dwellers, inviting them to partake in underwater festivities filled with splendid music and vibrant dancing. The Annual Aquatic Carnival draws visitors from across Aldia, where the shimmering ocean hosts spellbinding performances that celebrate the enchanting bond between land and sea.

Lastly, we arrive in the west, at the province of Solara, enveloped in sun-drenched vineyards and vibrant orchards. Known for its warm-hearted citizens and rich traditions, Solara thrives on community spirit and the magic of agriculture. The famed Sunlit Wine Festival is a jubilant event where locals and travellers alike gather to sample exquisite wines that possess healing powers or can evoke joyous memories. Under the sun-kissed sky, shared stories and laughter flow freely, creating a tapestry of unity and happiness.

The province of Lyraea was home to none other than one of the greatest mages to ever grace the land of Aldia. The great and powerful Katerina Von Strauss, a mage not only renowned for her prowess but for also shaping the country to what it is in the modern day, as she brought peace to the four different provinces and was declared the first sovereign of this fine country. Before she unified the provinces, endless wars were fought in the name of power and resources. 

Under her rule, the country saw much prosperity and innovation. With the founding of several guilds and legislations that uphold the peace of this country to this day, One of which was none other than the Iris Guild, which was founded and established in Katerina’s hometown of Listalla. Where Katerina spent the last years of her life and was buried. In her memory, a cathedral was built in the heart of the city, as a monument to her legacy known as the Katerina Cathedral. 

It is here in the city of Listalla, where our story truly begins. In the modern day, a young man makes his first steps into this very city and his actions moving forward would create ripples that affect the entire country of Aldia.

Heavy rain pours down into the city streets leaving them barren, as most have already either retired for the night or sought refuge from the showers. The alleys and roads seem dark and dangerous, with the moon providing the only source of light. There stands a young man with mesmerising raven black hair cascading down his shoulders, contrasting against his tattered clothing that can only be described as rags. Despite his threadbare appearance, there is an unmistakable air of strength and resilience characterising his rough demeanour. His face, adorned with a hint of stubble, portrays a weariness that only comes from enduring countless hardships. The lines etched upon his weathered countenance tell tales of sleepless nights and relentless struggles. Yet, his eyes, filled with a tangible glimmer of determination, betray an unyielding spirit that refuses to be broken. With every step he takes, it is evident that he bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, his weary gait mirroring the countless obstacles he has overcome.

As he makes his way through the city, a small fairy-like creature reveals herself from within his front pocket. 

Fairy: “Hey Rydeh, are you sure we’re going in the right way? You always seem to get us lost.” 

Rydeh: “Come on now Fae, have some faith in me, I’m not that bad with directions. Just a little………misguided at times.”

Fae: “Misguided?! It took us a month and half to get here just because you keep getting distracted. I swear your attention is smaller than even me sometimes.”

Before Rydeh could respond, their conversation is interrupted by the presence of a woman standing in the middle of the street staring at the moon. She stood before them in a pristine white gown that swept the floor, every fold arranged with care. The fabric cascades ethereally, accentuating her slender figure with elegance and poise. Her porcelain skin glows against her ivory attire, captivating the two with its otherworldly beauty. Each feature of her face - from her delicate eyebrows to her rosebud lips - resembles a masterful sculpture. Her eyes, shimmering pools of moonlight dew, radiate a mystifying allure, beckoning them closer with their deep, piercing gaze that hints at hidden wisdom and secrets. 

Rydeh: “Hey lady, you okay? You’re gonna catch a cold out here standing in the rain like that.”

Fae: “I don’t know Rydeh, something seems off about that woman. I don’t like this.”

The woman began gliding through the empty streets with an ethereal grace, her pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight. Her ashen, flowing hair seemed to dance around her like an otherworldly halo. As she beckoned them to follow, they couldn't resist her mesmerising pull. She moved with a graceful, almost ethereal stride, her footsteps barely audible on the cobblestones. She led them down a narrow alleyway, past several buildings, and finally she stopped before a grand, imposing building. It resembled a church, its Gothic architecture casting a dramatic silhouette against the night sky. The building was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, and its stained glass windows seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance. The woman turned and smiled, her spectral lips curving into a knowing grin. With a gesture, she motioned for them to follow her inside.

Fae: “Rydeh I don’t think this is a good idea at all, this whole situation is starting to scare me.”

Rydeh: “You worry too much, plus didn't you see her? She looked so frail, I'm sure she’s harmless. Plus what’s the worst that can happen?”

As they followed her inside, a shiver ran down both their spines. The interior of the building was even more breathtaking than the exterior, with towering columns, ornate arches, and intricate carvings. The air was filled with a sense of peace and tranquillity, as if they had stepped into a sacred sanctuary. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed them, a radiant torrent that seemed to consume their very being. Their vision blurred, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colours and shapes. The spiritual pressure was immense, a weight that seemed to crush their souls. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their minds racing in a desperate attempt to comprehend the overwhelming experience. As the light intensified, their strength began to wane. Their knees buckled, and they fell to the ground, their bodies wracked with convulsions. The last thing they saw was a blinding flash of light before their consciousness slipped away, leaving them adrift in a sea of darkness.

Rydeh’s eyes opened slowly, his head heavy, as the dim, warm light of the hall filled his vision. The ceiling above was high and vaulted, with arches stretching across it like skeletal fingers reaching toward each other. Shadows danced in the glow of countless candles arranged along the walls, casting a flickering, amber light that softened the stone's cold gray and brought warmth to the otherwise imposing room.

The hall bore a striking resemblance to the cathedral where he had entered; grand and solemn, every corner imbued with a sense of reverence. Stained glass windows ran along one side, casting multicolored shafts of light that painted the floor in brilliant hues of violet, crimson, and green. The glass depicted scenes of ancient mages and epic battles, guardians and spells that seemed alive, as though frozen in some spectral tableau.

The guild members around him wore long, dark cloaks embroidered with intricate patterns, each design unique to its owner. Some bore silver or gold thread woven into the shape of vines or stars, while others had patches symbolizing their rank or area of expertise. Hoods were drawn over most faces, shadows concealing their expressions save for glimpses of eyes—some curious, some wary, and a few openly hostile.

Guild Member 1: whispering in awe “That creature… It’s a fairy. I haven’t seen one in… decades.”

Guild Member 2: in a stunned voice “And it’s following him, just like… just like Ayilla’s did.”

At the mention of his mother’s name, Rydeh’s heart clenched. He had barely begun to make sense of where he was, yet it was clear that these strangers somehow knew of her. He struggled to sit up, instinctively seeking Fae, who hovered protectively close, her tiny wings shimmering with a soft, blue glow that seemed out of place in the guild’s shadowy interior. Fae’s glow caught the eye of many guild members, their gazes drawn to her in fascination and disbelief.

Just then, a figure broke through the circle around Rydeh, and the quiet whispers fell into an almost reverent silence. The man was tall and powerfully built, with skin like polished onyx that caught the candlelight and turned it to shadow and depth. His short-cropped hair was ashen, streaked with pale silver that contrasted with his intense, warm red eyes. He wore a simple but beautifully tailored dark tunic, embroidered with the same iris insignia that adorned the walls and garments around them. A leather belt held a scabbard at his side, its worn handle hinting at years of use, though he carried it with an ease that bespoke both skill and respect.

Hans Lehman: in a friendly, gentle tone “Hey now, let’s give the lad some room. He looks more lost than dangerous.” He extended a hand to Rydeh, his voice warm and reassuring, softening the intensity of his appearance. “I’m Hans Lehman. Don’t mind the stares; visitors here are few and far between.”

Rydeh: taking Hans’s hand and pulling himself up unsteadily “Thank you… I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. My mother, Ayilla… she told me to find the Iris Guild. Said it would be a safe place. Her last wish…” He trailed off, uncertain how much to reveal.

At his words, a ripple of recognition moved through the crowd, and a few guild members exchanged glances, surprise mingling with a touch of sorrow. Hans’s expression softened as he glanced at the others before nodding to Rydeh in understanding. Just then, the crowd parted, and a woman stepped forward, her presence arresting.

She moved with the grace of someone accustomed to command, her posture straight and her head held high. Her robe was deep midnight blue, adorned with delicate silver thread that traced patterns of irises in full bloom. Her hair, raven black with streaks of silver at the temples, was pulled back, revealing high, sculpted cheekbones and intense gray eyes that gleamed with intelligence and control. She carried an air of quiet authority that needed no announcement.

Lysandra: voice calm, but with an undercurrent of intensity “I am Lysandra, leader of the Iris Guild. Your mother was once a respected member of this guild… and a dear friend.” She paused, her gaze faltering briefly before regaining its focus. “I knew Ayilla well. She was one of the finest among us, though she left our ranks after her marriage.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened, a hint of sorrow darkening her expression. She took a slow breath, and for a fleeting moment, her gaze turned inward, as if she were seeing a memory from long ago.

Lysandra: almost to herself, voice tinged with sadness “She had such a gentle heart. Ayilla believed in peace, in harmony. When she left the guild, she said her path led away from danger, that she wanted to protect the ones she loved. We… we hadn’t spoken in years. To hear of her death…” Her voice trailed off, but she quickly collected herself, her expression hardening once more.

Lysandra’s sadness seemed to ripple through the room, quieting the whispers and stirring a collective respect. The guild members lowered their heads, some placing a hand over their iris pendants in a silent gesture of remembrance.

Lysandra: addressing Rydeh directly “Ayilla was loved here. And if her last wish was for you to find us, then we will honor that. But understand this: trespassing into Katerina Cathedral is no small matter. It is a sacred space, guarded and reserved for those of the guild alone.” Her gaze sharpened, studying him carefully. “Tell me, what brought you to the cathedral? Why come here?”

Rydeh: meeting her gaze, hesitant but resolute “I didn’t mean to trespass. I don’t know what led me there… but something… someone was guiding us. A woman… a woman in white. She appeared to us in the streets and led us to the cathedral.”

At the mention of the woman in white, a visible change swept over Lysandra’s face. Her previously composed expression gave way to a moment of unmistakable fear, as though he had spoken a name long avoided. The guild members exchanged worried glances, their eyes widening with concern.

Guild Member 3: whispering, fearfully “The woman in white… She hasn’t been seen in years. Her appearance can’t be a coincidence.”

Lysandra clenched her pendant, her knuckles whitening as she glanced at the stained glass windows, her eyes lingering on one depicting a spectral figure in white robes surrounded by moonlight. The figure’s face was obscured, her expression unknowable—a symbol of mystery and perhaps, warning.

Lysandra: voice low, laced with fear “The woman in white is a mystery even to us, Rydeh. She is an enigma as old as the guild itself, a spirit or a shade that appears only in times of… unrest. Her presence is no comfort, and if she led you here… then we must proceed with caution.”

Some guild members murmured in alarm, the atmosphere growing tense. Sensing this, Hans stepped forward, his usual warm demeanor unwavering as he addressed Lysandra.

Hans: reassuringly “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Whatever brought him here, Rydeh doesn’t seem like a threat. Just a kid, after all, and he looks harmless enough.” Turning to Rydeh, he offered a gentle smile that eased some of the tension in the room. “Besides, if Ayilla trusted him to come here, that should count for something.”

Rydeh looked at Hans, grateful for the man’s kindness. Hans’s powerful, muscular frame and sharp red eyes gave him an air of intensity, but his gentle smile and easy manner seemed almost at odds with his formidable appearance. It made him both intriguing and oddly reassuring.

As murmurs continued among the guild, a young member commented softly to another about Hans, hinting at his unusual past. Hans caught the whisper and chuckled.

Hans: with a self-deprecating smile “Ah, it’s no secret, I suppose. I come from a tribe far from here—a warrior clan known more for its… fiery nature than for diplomacy. My people were almost wiped out during the wars. What little remained of us was… well, just me.” His voice softened, a flicker of sadness in his eyes before he smiled again. “I was lucky, though. The Lehman family, an old and wealthy house, took me in as one of their own. They saw something more than just a fighter. They taught me there was more to life than battles.”

The guild members around him nodded, some with respect, others with quiet awe. Hans had once been known as a fierce warrior, yet his gentle nature and unwavering loyalty made him beloved among the guild members. He clapped a hand on Rydeh’s shoulder, his grin brightening the solemn atmosphere.

Hans: “So don’t worry, kid. Stick with me, and we’ll see that you’re looked after. If Ayilla wanted you here, I trust her judgment.”

Lysandra observed Hans’s easy acceptance, and a faint, reluctant smile crept onto her face, though her eyes remained thoughtful.

Another guild member stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Fae, who was nervously fluttering beside Rydeh.

Young Guild Member: whispering in awe “It’s true, isn’t it? Ayilla had a fairy too. I remember the stories…”

Fae: her voice quiet but firm “Ayilla… she saved me once. I stayed with her ever since. She wanted the guild to be a home for Rydeh, like it once was for her.”

A respectful silence filled the room, and Lysandra’s expression softened.

Lysandra: sighing “Ayilla’s heart was kinder than most. She left us to protect her family, but her legacy endures here.” She looked at Rydeh, her gaze tender with memory. “You may stay with us, Rydeh. But remember—this guild is a place of duty. Hans will be your guide.”

With a nod, Hans led Rydeh and Fae through the grand hall, his voice filling the silence with easy, friendly conversation. They passed ancient tapestries, rows of bookshelves filled with thick, leather-bound tomes, and statues of past guild leaders, each one carved with intricate detail.

Hans: laughing “Welcome to your new home, Rydeh. You’re part of something big now. Your mother would be proud.”

Rydeh felt a strange sense of peace settle over him. For the first time, he felt like he had a place, a connection, a home.

As the night deepened, Hans led Rydeh across the guild grounds, away from the main hall and toward a set of buildings near the edge of the property. The evening air was crisp, filled with the scent of wildflowers from the gardens they passed. Ahead, a modest stable building loomed under the starlit sky, its roof patched in places where age had worn it thin. Inside, lanterns cast a warm, low light across the hay-strewn floor, illuminating the glossy coats of the horses dozing in their stalls.

The stable was simple yet well-kept. Each stall had a stack of hay, and there were supplies tucked into corners—saddles, bridles, buckets of oats—all neatly arranged. The wood-paneled walls were weathered, the marks of countless hands etched into their grain, and the scent of earth, leather, and fresh hay filled the air.

Hans: gesturing to an empty stall with an apologetic grin “I’m afraid, until you’re officially a guild member, this is the best I can offer you. Rules and all that. Dorms are for confirmed members only.” He handed Rydeh a woolen blanket and a pillow. “Think of it as… part of the initiation. Besides, you’re not the first to bunk here. I spent my first week in these stables myself, learning the ropes.”

Rydeh: giving Hans a wry smile “Could be worse. At least it’s dry, and there’s hay.”

He tossed the blanket onto a small pile of hay and began setting up a makeshift bed. Fae fluttered down and perched herself on a bale beside him, wrapping her tiny arms around herself and frowning at their new quarters.

Fae: wrinkling her nose at the dust “It could definitely be worse… but a dorm room would be better.”

Rydeh: chuckling, as he lies back on the hay “Dorm room, stable… I’ve had worse places to sleep. I’ll take it.”

Hans chuckled and gave Rydeh an approving nod before making his way toward the stable doors.

Hans: calling back over his shoulder “Get some rest, kid. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

As Hans left, Fae sighed, settling beside Rydeh as the stable grew quiet around them, save for the soft rustling of the horses and the occasional creak of wood.

Rydeh had just drifted into a deep sleep when a sudden, icy shock yanked him back into wakefulness. A full bucket of cold water splashed over him, soaking him to the bone and leaving him gasping. Spluttering, he sat up, blinking as droplets ran down his face, and saw Hans standing over him, empty bucket in hand and grinning.

Rydeh: coughing, shivering “Wha—WHAT was that for?!”

Hans: laughing, unrepentant “Rise and shine, Rydeh! Can’t have you sleeping through your first day, now, can we? Besides,” he leaned in, smirking, “you’ll need the wake-up call for what’s ahead.”

Still sputtering, Rydeh wiped his face, his glare lost on Hans, who only looked more amused. Fae snickered from the haystack, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

Fae: hovering, stifling a laugh “That’s one way to start the day.”

Rydeh: grumbling as he tried to wring water out of his clothes “You know, there are more civilized ways to wake someone up…”

Hans: shrugging, still smirking “Where’s the fun in that?”

Hans led Rydeh across the guild’s expansive grounds, the early morning sun casting a golden glow across the fields and trees surrounding the compound. As they approached the training grounds, Rydeh’s eyes widened at the sight. The fenced-off area was massive, filled with various stations for different forms of combat practice: dummies lined with marks from past training, wooden targets for archery practice, sand pits for sparring, and weapon racks displaying everything from swords and spears to practice staffs and enchanted orbs.

A group of younger guild members, dressed in simple training gear, had already gathered, chatting quietly as they awaited instruction. The children were dressed in light tunics and leggings, each with a small iris insignia pinned to their chest, marking them as novices in training.

Hans waved to them with a welcoming grin, and the young members fell silent, all eyes on their instructor. Though his imposing frame and intense red eyes might have been intimidating, Hans’s relaxed smile and easygoing nature set the novices at ease.

Hans: addressing the younger members, his tone cheerful but firm “Alright, listen up! Today, we’re going to cover some basic combat moves. And lucky for us, we’ve got a guest here who’ll be helping demonstrate.” He clapped a hand on Rydeh’s shoulder. “Meet Rydeh. He’ll be joining us today, so you lot can watch and learn a thing or two.”

Rydeh: raising an eyebrow, a hint of cockiness in his voice “Helping with a demonstration, huh? Alright, Hans, show me what you’ve got.”

Hans gave him an amused look, his mouth twitching as he held back a laugh.

Hans: with a smirk “Confident, aren’t we? Well, let’s kill two birds with one stone. You can show me what you’re made of while the rest of the class gets a lesson on why confidence is only as good as your skill.”

The young guild members gathered around eagerly, a few whispering to each other as Rydeh squared off with Hans. Rydeh was clearly relishing the attention, grinning as he took up a fighting stance, arms loose, ready for a challenge.

Rydeh: smirking “Don’t go easy on me, old man.”

Hans: chuckling “Old man, is it? Alright then. Let’s see what you’ve got, kid.”

Without warning, Rydeh lunged forward, aiming to throw Hans off balance. He felt sure his agility would give him an edge, but as he moved, Hans sidestepped with almost lazy precision. Before Rydeh could even register the shift, Hans delivered a quick, solid punch to his stomach, his fist landing squarely in Rydeh’s midsection.

The impact was like a stone wall slamming into him. Air whooshed out of Rydeh’s lungs, and he doubled over, eyes wide, the world spinning as he dropped to his knees.

Rydeh: choking, barely able to speak “Gah… wh-what… was that…?”

Hans: kneeling beside him, his voice apologetic but teasing “Ah, sorry, Rydeh. Didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I thought you’d block it, given how confident you were.” He patted Rydeh’s back with a grin.

The younger guild members snickered, a few whispering to each other as Rydeh tried to catch his breath. Hans gave him a sympathetic smile, but the laughter around him stung almost as much as the blow.

Rydeh’s stomach twisted as nausea swept over him, and he couldn’t hold back. The contents of his stomach spilled onto the sand, to the mixed reactions of the crowd around him.

Just as Rydeh was trying to gather his wits, he felt a warm, soothing sensation ripple through his body. The pain in his gut faded almost instantly, replaced by a light, tingling feeling that left him more clear-headed. He looked up, confused, to see a woman standing a few feet away, her hand raised, a faint blue glow enveloping her fingers.

She was strikingly beautiful, with flowing blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and bright blue eyes that sparkled with an intensity that bordered on haughtiness. Her face was dusted with freckles, a delicate contrast to her otherwise noble features. Her gown was impossibly elegant, adorned with silver thread and delicate embroidery, far more refined than any practical attire Rydeh had seen among guild members. She looked as though she’d walked out of a highborn court, not a training ground.

Stella Ria: wrinkling her nose, her tone cold and disdainful “What an… unfortunate display.” She cast Rydeh a dismissive glance, her lip curling slightly. “And who, might I ask, is this vagrant disrupting our grounds?”

Hans: smiling, clearly amused “Stella, meet Rydeh. He’s here on behalf of his mother’s last wish. Thought we’d give him a chance to show what he’s got.”

Stella: narrowing her eyes, her voice sharp “A chance? You’re telling me that this is Ayilla’s son?” She scoffed, a spark of anger flashing in her eyes. “Ayilla was one of the finest mages to ever grace this guild. She was an icon—skilled, refined, and courageous. And you’re asking me to believe that this… this commoner is her son?”

Rydeh: scowling, feeling a flare of irritation “I don’t need you to believe anything. I’m here because it was my mother’s wish.”

Stella: crossing her arms, her gaze icy “Convenient, isn’t it? Claiming Ayilla’s name to worm your way into the guild. I doubt you have even an ounce of her talent.” She shot a look at Hans, her tone dripping with disdain. “Honestly, Hans. Since when does the guild indulge in charity?”

Hans chuckled, clearly used to Stella’s attitude.

Hans: “Now, now, Stella. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Ayilla’s boy might surprise you yet.” He looked at Rydeh, offering a reassuring nod. “And remember, Rydeh—don’t let anyone tell you who you are. Show them.”

Stella huffed, turning on her heel and walking off, her gown swishing with every step. As she left, she threw one last remark over her shoulder.

Stella: “If Ayilla could see this… It’s disgraceful.”

Rydeh watched her go, feeling both anger and shame churn in his stomach. Fae, sensing his discomfort, landed on his shoulder, giving him a small, supportive squeeze.

Fae: whispering “Forget her. Your mother believed in you. That’s all that matters.”

After Stella’s departure, Hans helped Rydeh back to his feet. The younger members looked on, some with amusement, others with curiosity.

Hans: with a smile “Stella’s… particular. Comes from being raised in nobility. She tends to see things in black and white—especially when it comes to her heroes. Ayilla was one of her idols. She looked up to her since she was a novice, so… don’t take it personally.”

Rydeh: sighing, rubbing his still-tender stomach “She really doesn’t hold back, does she?”

Hans: laughing “No, she doesn’t. But don’t worry. Give her time, and she’ll come around.” He placed a hand on Rydeh’s shoulder. “Stella’s part of the Core Four, a group of us who handle some of the toughest assignments. We’ve been through plenty together.”

Rydeh looked at Hans with newfound respect, realizing the easygoing man before him was more than just a teacher. He was a leader.

Hans: smiling proudly “Stick around, and you’ll get to know all of us. The Core Four’s a bit of a family within the guild. We might not all get along perfectly, but we’re always there for each other.” With a grin, he added, “And maybe one day, kid, you’ll find yourself part of something like that.”

Rydeh looked around, a flicker of determination in his eyes. Whatever it took, he’d prove himself worthy—not just of his mother’s legacy, but of his own place within this guild.

After the brief, humbling duel, Hans led Rydeh over to a quiet area of the training grounds. The morning sun was climbing higher, casting a golden glow over the sprawling field. Young guild members practiced nearby, their expressions set in concentration as they worked through drills and focused techniques. They stood in a loose circle around Hans, whose calm but commanding presence set them at ease. As Rydeh took his place among them, Hans looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Hans: grinning slightly “Alright, Rydeh, let’s start with the basics. How much do you know about Essence?”

Rydeh: scratching his head, feeling a bit embarrassed “Uh… not much, to be honest. My mother didn’t talk about it all that often.”

Hans: nodding with understanding “Well, that’s alright. You’re not the first to walk in here with no idea what Essence really is. Let’s begin at the beginning, then.”

Hans gestured around them, his voice deep and clear, carrying over the soft murmurs of the other trainees.

Hans: “Essence is the life force that flows through every living thing in Aldia. It’s not just energy—it’s part of who we are, down to our very souls. Every spell, every bit of magic, every enchanted object—it all comes from Essence.”

Rydeh nodded, taking this in as he looked around at the younger members. They all seemed completely absorbed, listening intently to Hans’s words.

Hans: “But Essence isn’t just something you have; it’s something you learn to control and shape. It’s a personal journey for each mage, a bond that grows with time, discipline, and respect. Some are born with a stronger connection than others, but anyone can improve through practice. And that’s where the Essence Arts come in.”

Hans held out his hand, his expression serious as he focused. A faint glow began to emanate from his palm, a soft light shimmering in the air around it. The younger members watched, wide-eyed, as the light took form, a pulsing aura that seemed to shift and dance with every heartbeat.

Hans: “The Essence Arts are divided into four core practices, techniques that every mage learns to master as they grow. Think of them as ways to control the flow of your Essence, each with its own purpose.”

He moved his hand in a slight gesture, and the light around it dimmed, the glow softening until it was barely visible.

Hans: “This is Veil, or Concealment. It lets you hide your Essence from others—useful when you don’t want to be detected. Then, we have Guard, or Reinforcement, which lets you strengthen your body or create a shield.”

With another subtle shift, the glow around his hand intensified, hardening into a visible shield, a faint, translucent barrier that hovered over his palm.

Hans: “There’s also Surge, or Amplification, which lets you boost your Essence output. It’s risky but gives a powerful edge when needed. And finally, Manifest, or Expression, which is how we shape our Essence into actual spells and abilities.”

He closed his hand, and the light faded, leaving Rydeh and the others in awe. Hans’s voice softened as he looked at Rydeh, his tone encouraging.

Hans: “Each of these practices is the foundation of the Essence Arts. They’re simple in theory but challenging in practice. Once you learn to control your Essence flow, you can move on to the Six Schools of Essence Arts. But before we get into those… let’s see how you do with just the basics.”

Rydeh swallowed, feeling the weight of the task ahead. He held out his hand, focusing as Hans had demonstrated, but the Essence felt elusive, like trying to catch smoke with his fingers.

Hans: watching Rydeh’s attempts “Don’t force it, kid. Essence is an extension of yourself—it’s something you guide, not something you grab. Just relax, breathe, and let it flow naturally.”

Taking a slow breath, Rydeh closed his eyes, letting himself tune into the warmth within him. A faint flicker of light appeared around his hand, a soft glow that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It was small and fragile, but there.

Rydeh: eyes wide, grinning “I… I did it!”

Hans: nodding, pleased “Good. That’s your Essence responding. Now, it’s time you learn about the Six Schools of Essence Arts.”

He raised his voice slightly so that the rest of the young members could hear, his tone taking on a more instructional edge.

Hans: pointing to each trainee in turn “Each of you has a natural affinity, an element or skill that aligns with your Essence. This affinity determines your School, the type of magic you’ll excel in. There are Six Schools in total, and each one focuses on a unique way of using Essence.”

Enhancement—Bolstering Arts:

Hans clenched his fist, a soft glow radiating from it. “The Bolstering Arts strengthen your body, letting you move faster, hit harder, and endure more. This is Enhancement magic, and it’s all about amplifying your physical abilities.”

He looked at Rydeh “For those who prefer to be in the thick of battle, this is the path for you. But be careful—it uses up your Essence quickly.”

Elemental Conduction:

Hans opened his hand, a spark flickering between his fingers before it erupted into a small flame, which danced on his palm. “Elemental Conduits control the elements—fire, water, earth, air, light, and shadow. This is the path for those who want to shape the forces of nature itself.”

His eyes met Rydeh’s, as though testing his reaction. “But remember, an Elementalist draws on their own affinity. Fire, for example, won’t do well if you don’t feel it in your spirit.”

Essence Imbuement:

Hans pointed to a nearby sword leaning against the weapon rack. “Imbuement is the art of infusing objects with Essence—enchanting weapons, making potions, creating artifacts. This School’s slower, more methodical, and requires special ingredients and rituals.”

He gestured to one of the guild members’ swords, which had faint runes glowing along its blade. “These are powerful, lasting spells, but they take time to set up.”

Vital Resonance—Healing and Restoration:

Hans waved his hand, and the air around it pulsed with a soft, warm glow. “Vital Resonance is all about restoration—healing wounds, curing illnesses, purifying dark energy. A powerful healer can save lives on the battlefield.”

His eyes flicked to Stella, who was watching from a distance, her expression inscrutable. “It’s a path few choose, but it’s one of the most honorable.”

Arcane Constructs—Summoning and Conjuring:

Hans moved his hand again, and a faint outline of a shield appeared in the air, hovering just above his palm. “Arcane Conjurers are able to create temporary constructs—shields, weapons, even creatures made of Essence. It’s a unique skill, and requires a constant flow of Essence.”

The shield vanished, and Hans let his hand drop. “Conjuring is for those with patience and a steady hand. Lose your focus, and your constructs vanish.”

Ethereal Perception—Divination and Mental Arts:

Hans closed his eyes briefly, a serene expression crossing his face. “Perceptors are masters of insight. They see beyond the physical, tapping into future events, emotions, even auras. But these visions are fleeting, vague, and symbolic.”

He looked at the trainees, his voice quieter “This path takes more than just skill. It demands clarity of mind and strength of spirit.”

Rydeh stared, wide-eyed, as Hans described each School, the sheer breadth of Aldia’s magic beginning to sink in.

Hans: finishing, his tone serious “Most mages can only master one School, maybe two if they’re exceptionally skilled. But every path is unique, and each mage shapes it in their own way. No two spells are alike, and no two mages wield their Essence the same way.”

Hans walked over to Rydeh, his expression softening as he explained another key aspect of the Essence Arts.

Hans: “One last thing, Rydeh. Mages often set Conditions on their spells—self-imposed limits or rules. These Conditions focus the Essence, making their spells more powerful. But they come with risks. Break a Condition, and you could lose access to that spell or even weaken your own Essence.”

Rydeh: thoughtful, furrowing his brow “So, a Condition is like… a vow?”

Hans: nodding “Exactly. A vow, a promise, a rule you impose on yourself. A Condition could mean you only use a certain spell in specific situations, or only on certain people. These choices make your magic yours. It reflects who you are and what you believe.”

Rydeh took in the gravity of these words, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He held his hand out again, the faint glow of Essence flickering to life in his palm, a small but steady reminder of the journey that lay ahead.

Hans: smiling proudly “Welcome to the Essence Arts, Rydeh. You’ve got a long road ahead, but something tells me you’re ready for it.”

As the other trainees resumed their drills, Rydeh’s heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and resolve. He wasn’t just here to survive—he was here to master the Essence Arts, to become the mage his mother had believed he could be.

After Rydeh’s training session with Hans, he was summoned to the guild’s circular briefing room. The chamber, with its high stone walls adorned with maps, scrolls, and artifacts, was alive with purpose as guild members bustled around, preparing for various assignments. A large table in the center displayed a map of Aldia, where the dense forest of Lyraea was marked with a glowing pin.

Hans waited at the head of the table with his usual warm grin. Beside him, Stella stood with a cross expression, arms folded and clearly irritated. On the other side of the table was a new figure, who observed Rydeh’s entrance with an usual detached, calculating stare. He wore close-fitting dark attire with subtle silver embroidery, a sleek cloak draping off his shoulders. His expression was one of calm detachment, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of Rydeh’s entrance. With his dark, blunt-cut hair, pale skin, and calculating gaze, he exuded an aura of danger that reminded Rydeh of the silent yet lethal stillness of a poised blade.

Hans: grinning as he clapped a hand on Rydeh’s shoulder “Rydeh, meet Nox Strauss. He’s one of the Core Four and, trust me, he’s someone you’ll want on your side. Nox, this is Ayilla’s son.”

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Nox’s gaze flicked to Rydeh, his expression unreadable but intense. He gave a faint nod, though his eyes betrayed a hint of skepticism.

Nox: “So you’re Ayilla’s boy.” He paused, his eyes scanning Rydeh’s posture with a faint hint of disdain.

Lysandra entered shortly after, her presence commanding the room into silence. She took her place at the table and scanned each member of the team, her gaze finally settling on Rydeh.

Lysandra: addressing the group, her tone steady and authoritative “Today’s mission has been selected as a test of skill. Rydeh, you will be joining Hans, Nox, and Stella on this assignment. Consider this your initiation.”

Rydeh straightened, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within him. He met Lysandra’s gaze and nodded, trying to project confidence. Stella, however, couldn’t suppress an exasperated sigh, her voice laced with irritation.

Stella: rolling her eyes “So, we’re babysitting the newbie now? Is this really necessary, Lysandra? This is a simple mission—hardly worth the effort of dragging the entire Core Four out just to supervise.”

Lysandra: giving Stella a sharp look “This mission was selected for its simplicity, yes, but it is still a mission of importance. And as Rydeh’s first assignment, it is an opportunity for him to learn and grow under experienced supervision.” She glanced at Hans and Nox, her tone softening slightly. “Hans, Nox—I trust you’ll handle the situation with the appropriate care and vigilance.”

Hans: grinning, his voice reassuring “You got it, Lysandra. We’ll make sure the kid learns the ropes. And hey, I’ve got no problem showing him the basics.”

Nox: giving a slight nod, though his eyes remained cold “As long as he doesn’t slow us down. Efficiency is key.”

Lysandra: turning back to Rydeh “As for you, Rydeh—this mission will be a test of your focus and adaptability. Stay alert, follow instructions, and remember what you’ve learned.”

She gestured to the map on the table, pointing to Lyraea, where the forest area was highlighted. Various markers indicated villages, landmarks, and danger zones, each with symbols representing their threat levels.

Lysandra: “As you know, the Iris Guild assigns each mission a rank based on its estimated threat level. These ranks help us determine the level of resources and personnel required for each task. The ranks are straightforward: Village Level, City Level, Province Level, and, in rare cases, Nation Level.”

She tapped on the mission’s marker, where “Village Level” glowed softly.

Lysandra: “Today’s mission is Village Level—typically low-risk, and meant to be resolved quickly and efficiently. We’ve received reports from a village on the outskirts of Lyraea about a corrupted creature causing damage. The local guard is unable to subdue it, but a small guild team should have no trouble handling the threat.”

Stella: muttering under her breath, clearly unimpressed “Perfect for the beginner. Maybe he’ll learn to hold a barrier.”

Hans shot her a good-natured smirk, while Rydeh ignored the barb, focusing intently on the map. He was determined to treat this mission as seriously as possible, no matter how simple it sounded.

Lysandra: finishing “Despite the low ranking, treat this as you would any threat. As mages of the Iris Guild, your duty is to ensure that even the smallest danger is resolved with care and precision. Now, proceed with your preparations.”

With the briefing concluded, Hans led the group out, each member gathering their gear. Rydeh’s heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. This was his chance to prove himself—not just to Lysandra and Hans, but to Nox and, perhaps most of all, to Stella.

The sun dipped behind thick clouds as they entered Lyraea’s forest, casting an eerie twilight over the dense, moss-covered landscape. Twisted branches hung overhead, and shadows deepened around them, creating a labyrinthine darkness that set Rydeh’s nerves on edge. The usual sounds of the forest—birdsong, rustling leaves—had all but vanished, replaced by a heavy, unnatural silence.

Hans: quietly, his voice tense “Everyone stay sharp. There’s something wrong with the Essence here… feels twisted.”

They pressed forward, moving through the thick underbrush, with Hans leading the way, his every sense attuned to the unnatural distortion of Essence that hung in the air. Rydeh’s palms were clammy as he followed, his eyes scanning the shadows, where he half-expected something monstrous to emerge at any moment.

Then, a low, guttural growl echoed through the trees, sending a chill down his spine. The group halted, each of them poised for a confrontation. From the underbrush ahead, the creature lumbered into view.

It was like something out of a nightmare—tall and emaciated, its skin stretched tight over gaunt limbs and hollowed-out ribs. Patches of matted fur clung to its skeletal frame, and its fingers ended in long, gnarled claws. Its face was contorted, with empty black sockets where eyes should have been, and jagged, broken antlers protruding from its skull. Its mouth was twisted into a permanent snarl, rows of sharp, uneven teeth glistening as it exhaled shallow, ragged breaths.

But what struck Rydeh most was the sickly greenish glow emanating from its body, as if its veins pulsed with corrupted Essence. The light flickered and pulsed, illuminating its distorted form in an eerie, nauseating glow.

Hans: voice firm, his silver aura flaring as he activated his Enhancement Essence Art “Formation! Stay alert, and don’t let it get too close. Nox, flank it when you see an opening. Rydeh, keep a Guard barrier up to protect us. Stella, be ready with healing if anyone gets hurt.”

Before they could react further, the creature let out a bone-chilling screech, lunging forward with unnatural speed. Hans surged to meet it, his fist glowing with reinforced Essence as he delivered a powerful punch to the creature’s chest, the impact reverberating through the ground. The creature staggered back, but to Rydeh’s horror, it straightened almost instantly, as if the blow had only fueled its rage.

Hans: gritting his teeth, his voice strained “This thing’s tougher than it looks. Be ready!”

Nox moved in like a shadow, his dagger drawn and crackling with electrical Essence. He slipped behind the creature, aiming for its exposed spine with lethal precision. The blade struck true, sending a surge of electricity through its body, causing it to convulse. But instead of collapsing, the creature’s corrupted Essence pulsed, and it seemed to absorb the energy, its limbs twitching as its strength visibly increased.

Nox: voice low, with a hint of surprise “It’s adapting… drawing strength from the Essence.”

The creature turned, its empty eye sockets seeming to lock onto Nox. It swiped a clawed hand at him, the swing faster and more forceful than before. Nox narrowly dodged, rolling to the side and regaining his stance, his face a mask of focused intensity.

Stella: muttering, clearly disturbed “This isn’t normal corruption… it’s evolving.”

Rydeh’s heart pounded as he watched. He took a deep breath, raising his hands and focusing his Essence into a Guard barrier, envisioning a protective shield around his teammates. A faint, shimmering shield appeared, surrounding Hans, Stella, and himself as the creature let out another unearthly scream and lunged at Hans with even greater ferocity.

Hans met its charge head-on, his silver aura blazing as he braced himself, taking the creature’s claws directly against his forearm. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, and Rydeh saw Hans’s aura flicker as he absorbed the brunt of the attack.

Hans: grunting with effort “Rydeh, keep that barrier steady! This thing’s stronger than we thought!”

The creature reared back, seemingly enraged, and slammed both claws down onto the barrier. Rydeh felt the strain as his Essence wavered, the shield flickering under the force. He gritted his teeth, focusing every ounce of energy into holding it steady as the creature’s claws scraped against the barrier, causing sparks of corrupted Essence to fly.

Just as Rydeh thought the barrier would shatter, Nox darted forward again, his blade moving with surgical precision as he targeted the creature’s joints. He sliced across the back of its knees, sending another jolt of electrical Essence through its body. The creature howled in pain, its movements slowing as it tried to regain its balance.

Nox: coldly, his eyes narrowed “Hans, keep it occupied. I’ll aim for its core.”

Hans nodded, his silver aura intensifying as he lunged at the creature, driving a fist into its midsection. The impact sent it staggering back, but as it moved, its corrupted Essence pulsed violently, and its form seemed to warp, growing even more grotesque. It let out a deafening roar, its claws elongating and its limbs swelling with newfound strength.

Stella: a trace of fear in her voice “It’s mutating… if it keeps absorbing Essence, it’ll be unstoppable.”

Hans: gritting his teeth, his voice strained but determined “Then we end it now.”

Hans raised both fists, his aura blazing brighter than ever as he braced himself to withstand the creature’s next attack. The beast lunged, slashing at Hans with its elongated claws. He met each blow with powerful counterstrikes, his enhanced strength reverberating through the clearing as he fought to keep it at bay.

Meanwhile, Nox slipped into the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Rydeh could feel the sweat trickling down his face as he maintained the Guard barrier, every impact against it sending shockwaves through his Essence. His vision blurred slightly as he struggled to keep the shield intact.

Then, with a final, calculated movement, Nox appeared at the creature’s side, his dagger aimed at the center of its chest, where the corrupted Essence pulsed the strongest. His blade flashed as he plunged it into the creature’s core, releasing a surge of electricity that crackled through its body.

Nox: in a low, deadly voice “This ends now.”

The creature convulsed, its scream rising to an unbearable pitch as Nox’s blade sent waves of concentrated Essence through its form. Its corrupted veins glowed brighter, pulsing erratically as if fighting against the assault. The creature’s limbs thrashed, its strength fading as Nox drove his blade deeper, unrelenting.

Finally, with a sickening crack, the creature collapsed to its knees, its corrupted Essence flickering before dimming. The twisted glow faded from its eyes, and it let out a final, ragged breath before collapsing in a heap. Silence fell over the forest, broken only by the team’s heavy breathing.

Rydeh lowered his hands, the barrier dissipating as he swayed slightly, exhaustion hitting him all at once. Hans straightened, rolling his shoulders and exhaling heavily as his aura faded. Stella released a shaky breath, her face pale as she regarded the creature’s fallen form.

Stella: quietly, almost in disbelief “That… wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a simple mission.”

Hans: his voice grim “Simple mission or not, this corruption isn’t natural. It was adapting, feeding off the Essence. Someone’s responsible for this… and we need to find out who.”

Nox stood over the creature, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. He wiped his blade on a patch of nearby grass, sheathing it with a detached air, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.

Nox: “This wasn’t just random corruption. Someone enhanced this creature, made it more powerful. If they’re experimenting with Essence like this… they’re a danger to all of Aldia.”

Hans nodded, casting a troubled glance at the remains of the creature. The team gathered their composure, but the tension was palpable. As they made their way back to the guild, a sense of urgency hung over them, knowing that this encounter was just the beginning of something far more dangerous.

Back at the guild, the atmosphere in the council chamber was tense as the team reported their findings. Guild members gathered around, exchanging worried glances as Stella presented the vial of corrupted Essence. Lysandra took it carefully, her eyes narrowing as she studied the unnatural green glow swirling inside.

Lysandra: in a grave tone “Deliberate corruption on this level… It’s no longer a mere anomaly. If someone is actively manipulating Essence, this poses a threat not only to the village but to all of Aldia.”

Lysandra held the vial of corrupted Essence aloft, her expression somber as she turned to address the assembled guild members. The sickly green light reflected off her face, casting eerie shadows that deepened the sense of dread filling the room.

Lysandra: voice steady but laced with urgency “This corruption is unlike anything we’ve encountered in recent years. If someone is experimenting with Essence to deliberately alter creatures, then we may be facing a calculated threat—a threat capable of destabilizing entire regions if left unchecked.”

Hans stepped forward, his powerful frame tense as he addressed the gathered guild members, his voice carrying the weight of what they had witnessed.

Hans: “This was supposed to be a routine mission. We’d planned for a straightforward hunt, but the creature wasn’t just corrupted—it was evolving, feeding on our Essence to grow stronger. This was deliberate, calculated. Someone engineered that monstrosity.”

A ripple of uneasy murmurs spread through the room, and Rydeh noticed the shifting expressions on the faces of the guild members around him. Some looked fearful, others resolute, but all were clearly disturbed by the implications.

Stella: coldly, but with a trace of genuine concern “If this corruption spreads unchecked, it could threaten more than just isolated villages. With Essence capable of mutating creatures to this degree, we could be looking at city-level threats in the near future.”

The mention of city-level threats cast a heavy silence over the room. Rydeh knew that such a level, ranked above village level, was reserved for threats that could destabilize or endanger entire communities. The rankings were not used lightly, and to consider a creature’s corruption potentially spreading to that scale was chilling.

Nox: stepping forward, his tone hard and unyielding “If someone has this level of control over corrupted Essence, they’re a direct danger to Aldia. We need to find the source before they create something that even the guild can’t contain.”

Lysandra nodded, her gaze intense as she scanned the group, clearly calculating their next steps. She set the vial down carefully on the table before addressing the team.

Lysandra: “Fortunately, we won’t have to wait long for insight into this matter. Lady Eirwen is expected to return to the city within days. Her research into Essence anomalies could be precisely what we need to understand this corruption and identify its origins.”

At the mention of Lady Eirwen, a hush fell over the room. Known as the “brains of the Core Four,” Eirwen was as renowned for her intellect as Hans was for his strength. Unlike the others, her talents lay in research and strategic thinking, and her expertise in the Essence Arts extended far beyond practical use—she had devoted years to studying Essence, its interactions, and its potential for both creation and destruction.

Hans: grinning slightly, his tone softening “Lady Eirwen’s got a knack for figuring things out that the rest of us can only guess at. If anyone can make sense of this corruption, it’ll be her.”

Stella, who had been quiet, nodded reluctantly, her gaze fixed on the vial. Despite her usual confidence, a shadow of doubt flickered in her eyes.

Stella: thoughtfully “If Eirwen is as good as they say, perhaps she can help us find and neutralize the source before it escalates. But until then, we should increase our vigilance. There’s no telling if these corrupted creatures are isolated incidents or part of a larger plan.”

Rydeh absorbed all this in silence, feeling the weight of the guild’s mission more keenly than ever. His thoughts drifted to the creature they had faced—the raw, terrifying power it had displayed as it mutated before his eyes, the way it had absorbed Nox’s electrical Essence and Hans’s reinforced strikes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something far darker was looming on the horizon.

Lysandra: looking directly at Rydeh, her tone unwavering “Rydeh, today you witnessed the importance of precision, strength, and control. What you encountered was only the beginning of what you’ll face as a member of this guild. Remember this: the strength of our Essence is more than power—it’s responsibility.”

Rydeh nodded, his jaw clenched as he absorbed her words. He’d been tested today, and he knew that this was only the start of a journey that would demand everything he had. He was determined to meet it head-on, to honor his mother’s legacy and make his own mark within the Iris Guild.

Lysandra: to the rest of the guild members “For now, the Core Four will remain on standby, with Stella and Nox leading the research into any further signs of Essence corruption in the surrounding areas. We will prepare to consult with Lady Eirwen upon her arrival and coordinate a strategy to track down and eliminate this threat at its source.”

With a final nod, Lysandra dismissed the guild members, and they dispersed, many of them casting lingering glances at the vial of corrupted Essence still pulsing ominously on the table. Hans, Nox, Stella, and Rydeh lingered a moment longer, exchanging silent looks before leaving the chamber.

Later that evening, Hans invited Rydeh to sit with him in the guild’s training courtyard. The sky had deepened into twilight, casting a soft, silvery glow over the training dummies and worn sparring mats. Hans leaned back, his powerful form relaxed as he looked up at the stars, his usual grin replaced by a thoughtful expression.

Hans: in a softer tone “You did well today, kid. Facing down a creature like that… it’s no small thing, especially with corruption on that scale. A lot of first-timers wouldn’t have held their ground the way you did.”

Rydeh: with a shy smile “Thanks, Hans. I… honestly, I didn’t know if I could handle it. That thing was like nothing I’d ever seen.”

Hans: chuckling, nodding “Yeah, creatures like that aren’t exactly common. You know, when I joined the guild, I was all about strength. Wanted to prove myself. Took me a long time to realize it wasn’t just about fighting harder but fighting smarter.”

Hans turned to Rydeh, his gaze steady and sincere.

Hans: “You’re going to learn a lot here, Rydeh. But remember: Essence isn’t just about power. Sometimes, it’s about knowing when not to use it, when to let it guide you. You’re Ayilla’s son, and she knew that better than anyone.”

Rydeh felt a warmth spread through him at the mention of his mother. She had believed in the Iris Guild’s mission, trusted its members, and had wanted him to follow in her footsteps. He looked at Hans, nodding with renewed determination.

Rydeh: “I’ll do my best to live up to her legacy… and to earn my place here. Whatever it takes.”

Hans clapped him on the shoulder, his usual grin returning.

Hans: “That’s the spirit. And remember, you’re not alone. We’re all in this together—Core Four, guild members, and everyone in between. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow, we train again.”

As Rydeh watched Hans leave, he felt a sense of belonging settle over him. He wasn’t just Ayilla’s son anymore—he was Rydeh of the Iris Guild, and he was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The next morning, a buzz of anticipation filled the guild as word spread that Lady Eirwen’s arrival was imminent. Guild members moved with purpose, some preparing the council chamber while others set out scrolls and samples for analysis, eager to present everything they knew to the Core Four’s brilliant strategist.

As Rydeh passed through the hallways, he overheard conversations murmuring about Eirwen’s reputation. Known for her intellect and unyielding focus, Eirwen had a reputation for solving the guild’s most complex challenges. Her knowledge of Essence manipulation, corruption, and enchantments was unrivaled, and she was revered as one of the few people capable of fully understanding the dark forces that lurked in Aldia’s shadows.

Guild Member 1: whispering to another “They say Eirwen’s studied Essence since childhood, that she can unravel even the most complicated enchantments.”

Guild Member 2: with awe “If anyone can find the source of this corruption, it’s her. With her insight, maybe we can put an end to this before it becomes a true threat to the guild.”

Rydeh felt a sense of nervous excitement. Eirwen’s arrival meant that the guild would have a better chance at identifying the cause of the corruption—and, perhaps, the mysterious individual responsible for creating these monstrosities. He couldn’t help but wonder what she would be like and whether she’d see anything worth admiring in him.

As the day went on, the guild prepared itself to receive Lady Eirwen, who was expected to arrive at any moment. The council chamber was readied, scrolls and artifacts were meticulously arranged, and a palpable sense of expectation settled over the guild as they awaited the Core Four’s final member—the one person who could potentially unlock the secrets behind the growing corruption in Aldia.

And so, as Rydeh prepared himself for whatever lay ahead, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning—that the true test of the Iris Guild, and his place within it, had only just begun.

By late afternoon, the guild’s courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Guild members gathered near the main gates, speaking in hushed tones. Some exchanged stories about Lady Eirwen’s past achievements, while others simply stared at the gate, eager to catch a glimpse of her return. Rydeh stood near the back with Fae perched on his shoulder, watching as the guild waited.

The gates swung open slowly, and the murmurs quieted. A slim figure emerged, dressed in a deep indigo cloak that billowed behind her, the silver embroidery on its edges catching the light. Beneath the cloak, she wore a fitted outfit of dark leather and silk, practical but finely tailored, with subtle, intricate designs woven into the fabric. Her hair was a striking shade of silvery-white, framing her sharp, focused features, and her eyes—a piercing shade of pale green—seemed to take in everything around her in an instant.

Lady Eirwen Liebhart was a picture of calm intensity, exuding a quiet but undeniable authority as she strode through the courtyard. She carried a small leather-bound notebook in one hand, her fingers lightly tracing the cover as she approached the guild’s leaders.

Hans stepped forward, his grin widening as he greeted her. Beside him, Nox inclined his head in a rare show of respect, while Stella’s usually sharp gaze softened.

Hans: grinning “Eirwen! Good to see you back in one piece. Hope your research didn’t drive you too mad this time.”

Eirwen: smiling faintly, her voice soft but resonant “Mad? I’m not so easily undone by a few puzzles, Hans. But I’ll admit, I missed the guild’s familiar chaos.” She turned to Stella and Nox, nodding in acknowledgment. “I trust you all have been keeping things under control?”

Nox: coolly “Control is relative. You’re just in time for a new challenge.”

Eirwen raised an eyebrow, catching the edge of tension in Nox’s voice. Hans gestured toward the council chamber, where Lysandra and other guild members were waiting to brief her on the corrupted Essence. Eirwen followed them inside, her expression turning serious as they filled her in on the creature they had encountered.

The council chamber had been cleared for Eirwen’s work, with the vial of corrupted Essence placed on a central table, surrounded by ancient texts, enchanted tools, and reference scrolls. Lysandra stood nearby, her gaze steady as she watched Eirwen examine the vial.

Eirwen approached the vial with a calm focus, carefully slipping on a pair of finely crafted leather gloves embedded with runic symbols. She held the vial up to the light, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she examined the faint pulses of sickly green Essence swirling within.

Eirwen: softly, almost to herself “Fascinating… The pattern of corruption is complex, not something that would occur naturally. This Essence was modified, altered on a foundational level. Whoever did this was skilled—highly skilled.”

She set the vial down and opened her notebook, making a few notes in precise, flowing handwriting before turning to the group.

Eirwen: “What you encountered wasn’t simply a corrupted creature. This Essence has been deliberately tampered with to force accelerated mutation. Whoever’s responsible has an intimate understanding of Essence manipulation and distortion.”

Rydeh watched, captivated by the precision and quiet authority in her words. He couldn’t help but be drawn to the confidence and calm control she exuded, as if she held secrets that could unlock entire worlds.

Hans: crossing his arms, his expression grim “We noticed that, too. The thing was adapting as we fought it, drawing on our Essence to make itself stronger. You think this was done on purpose?”

Eirwen: nodding “Yes. This type of corruption is crafted to react to external Essence. It feeds on nearby sources, mutating in response to the energy around it. Whoever designed this knows the intricacies of Essence manipulation on a frightening level.” She looked at Lysandra. “This isn’t just someone experimenting with Essence for power; it’s calculated. It’s a weapon.”

Stella: frowning, a hint of unease in her tone “So, we’re dealing with someone who’s not just skilled but also willing to destabilize the natural order for their own gain?”

Eirwen: firmly “Yes. And if they’re able to engineer this kind of mutation, they’re likely seeking something far more dangerous. Corruption like this could destabilize entire ecosystems. If left unchecked, we’re looking at threats beyond city-level—it could easily escalate to a province-level or worse.”

A heavy silence settled over the room as Eirwen’s words sank in. The stakes had just become very real.

Lysandra: her voice calm but edged with determination “Then our task is clear: we must find the source of this corruption before it spreads any further. Eirwen, I’ll need you to focus on analyzing this Essence. If we can determine the technique used to corrupt it, we may be able to trace it back to its creator.”

Eirwen: nodding, her tone thoughtful “Agreed. I’ll need access to the guild’s library, and I may require assistance in procuring specific texts. This analysis could take time, but if we can find even a trace of the technique used, we might be able to locate the perpetrator.”

Rydeh leaned forward, listening intently, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Rydeh: hesitantly “Is there… anything I can do to help?”

Eirwen turned her sharp gaze on him, her eyes assessing. She studied him for a moment, as if weighing his sincerity before offering a small, approving nod.

Eirwen: with a faint smile “Eagerness is a good quality, Rydeh. Perhaps you can assist with the simpler tasks, organizing texts and helping gather records. Understanding Essence corruption requires a solid grasp of the fundamentals, after all.”

Hans: giving Rydeh an encouraging nudge “See, kid? You’re already getting involved with guild business. A small start, but you’ll learn plenty from helping Eirwen.”

Rydeh nodded, excitement sparking in his chest at the thought of working alongside Eirwen. It wasn’t combat training, but it was a chance to deepen his understanding of the Essence Arts and contribute meaningfully to the guild’s mission.

Eirwen returned to her notes, murmuring to herself as she jotted down observations on the vial of Essence. Her focus was intense, a testament to her reputation as the guild’s most brilliant strategist. Lysandra dismissed the group, and as the others filtered out of the room, Eirwen gestured for Rydeh to stay.

After the council chamber cleared, Eirwen continued her meticulous analysis of the vial, her fingers deftly flipping through her notebook. Rydeh stood nearby, feeling a sense of awe as he watched her work.

Eirwen: glancing at him with a hint of amusement “Essence isn’t something you can just learn overnight. It requires patience and careful study. Your mother… she understood that well.”

Rydeh’s eyes widened at the mention of his mother, and Eirwen caught his surprised expression, her gaze softening.

Eirwen: thoughtfully “Ayilla was one of the most dedicated members of this guild. She was… brilliant in her way. You’ve got her spirit, you know, even if you’re still learning the discipline.”

Rydeh’s heart swelled with pride, though he quickly masked it, not wanting to seem overly eager.

Rydeh: nodding, his voice firm “Thank you. I’ll do my best to live up to her legacy… and to prove myself as part of this guild.”

Eirwen: smiling faintly “A noble goal. But remember, it’s your path, not hers, that you’re here to walk. Start by helping where you can. Gather the texts I’ll need, and perhaps you’ll start seeing Essence from a new perspective.”

Rydeh nodded, grateful for the chance to contribute and learn. He felt a renewed sense of purpose—working with Eirwen would be more than just assisting; it would be a chance to dive into the mysteries of the Essence Arts in a way that few novices ever experienced.

Over the next few days, Rydeh dedicated himself to helping Eirwen with her research. He spent hours in the guild’s vast library, retrieving texts on Essence manipulation, corruption, and ancient magical techniques. He listened to Eirwen’s quiet instructions, absorbing every bit of knowledge she shared.

As Eirwen’s research continued, word spread through the guild that reports of similar corruption had surfaced in neighboring regions. More creatures—some twisted beyond recognition—were being discovered near isolated villages and towns, sparking fear that the corruption was spreading faster than anticipated.

Guild Member 1: whispering to another “It’s not just Lyraea. They found a corrupted stag near Eldoria… and it took three guild teams to bring it down.”

Guild Member 2: voice hushed, fearful “If this keeps up, the corruption could reach province-level. We’ll be facing an epidemic.”

The gravity of the situation settled over the guild like a dark cloud. Lysandra called for a council meeting, where it was decided that additional teams would be dispatched to monitor and investigate these outbreaks. Eirwen’s analysis would be crucial in uncovering the technique behind the corruption, but time was running short.

Late one evening, as Rydeh organized a stack of scrolls in the library, Eirwen approached him, her expression unreadable.

Eirwen: quietly “The corruption’s pattern suggests a deliberate path. Someone is targeting these areas, spreading Essence contamination with purpose. They’re sending a message—a test, perhaps, of our limits.”

Rydeh: frowning, feeling a chill at her words “A test? You mean… they’re waiting to see how we’ll respond?”

Eirwen: nodding gravely “Precisely. If they succeed in spreading this corruption, they’ll create chaos across Aldia. The guild is strong, but even we have limits.”

Rydeh’s determination hardened as he listened. He felt a deep, unshakable resolve to prove himself, to be a part of the solution. The guild needed all the strength it could muster, and he was determined to grow stronger for whatever lay ahead.

Eirwen: laying a hand on his shoulder, her gaze serious “Stay focused, Rydeh. There may come a time when we’re called to the front lines of this battle, and I need to know that you’ll be ready.”

He nodded, his resolve unbreakable. The guild was his home now, and he would protect it with everything he had.

And as Rydeh turned back to his work, he felt the weight of destiny settle on his shoulders. The true battle was only beginning, and he was ready to face it alongside the Iris Guild and the Core Four—whatever the cost.

As the day turned to night, a blanket of stars lay spread across the sky as Rydeh and Fae made their way back to the stables. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, and the guild’s buildings loomed peacefully under the starlight. Rydeh walked slowly, his steps echoing softly on the path, his gaze drifting between the stars and his companion.

Rydeh: softly “Fae… I know I don’t say this often, but thank you. When my mother got sick, you were there for me. You were the one who kept me grounded. I don’t know if I would have made it without you.”

Fae fluttered beside him, her delicate wings glowing faintly in the moonlight. She tilted her head, a playful smile on her face.

Fae: lightly “Oh, don’t get all sentimental now, Rydeh. You know someone had to keep you from turning into a mess.” She softened, her voice growing warmer. “But I’ll always be here, no matter what. You’re stuck with me.”

Rydeh: smiling “Good. I’d be lost without you.”

Just as they reached the stables, Rydeh stopped, his gaze falling on a figure standing a short distance away. She was bathed in moonlight, her white dress flowing around her like mist, her face serene and distant. It was the woman in white.

Rydeh: whispering, in awe “It’s her… the woman in white.”

Fae: whispering urgently “Rydeh, wait! This is a bad idea. You shouldn’t go running after mysterious people in the middle of the night!”

Rydeh: ignoring her protests, already moving forward “I have to know who she is, Fae. There’s something about her… I can’t just ignore it.”

Fae let out a huff but followed him as he slipped quietly toward the forest edge, where the woman was slowly disappearing into the trees. Rydeh followed her deeper into the forest, the faint light from the guild fading as shadows thickened around him.

The woman continued moving, her form drifting like a wisp between the trees. But as Rydeh approached, she vanished completely, leaving him alone in the dark.

Rydeh: breathless, looking around “Where did she go…?”

A low, guttural growl echoed through the trees. Rydeh froze as a creature emerged from the shadows—a towering, skeletal beast with twisted limbs and hollow eye sockets, its body glowing faintly with sickly green Essence. The corrupted creature’s gaunt frame and jagged antlers gave it a terrifying, nightmarish appearance.

Fae: voice high with fear “Rydeh, we have to get out of here!”

Rydeh took a step back, his heart racing as he prepared to turn and run. But as he looked over his shoulder, he noticed a small figure crouched against a tree just behind the creature. A child, frozen in terror, their eyes wide and tear-filled, was watching the beast with absolute horror.

Rydeh’s resolve solidified. Escape was no longer an option—not with the child in danger. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he positioned himself between the creature and the child.

Rydeh: whispering to himself “I can’t leave them… I have to protect them.”

The creature let out a bone-chilling scream, its claws scraping against the ground as it advanced toward him. Rydeh raised his hands, summoning a thin, flickering Guard barrier. His Essence reserves were low, but he focused, determined to hold the shield for as long as he could.

The creature lunged, its claws striking the barrier with a force that shook him to his core. The shield flickered, and Rydeh gritted his teeth, pushing his Essence to keep it intact. Each blow weakened him, and he could feel his strength slipping away with every impact.

Rydeh: calling back to the child, his voice steady despite his fear “It’s going to be okay! Just… don’t move. I’ll keep you safe.”

The child whimpered, clutching the tree trunk as they stayed frozen in place, their wide eyes never leaving Rydeh. The creature roared again, slamming its claws against the barrier, and Rydeh felt his knees buckle, his body straining to maintain the shield.

Fae: near tears, her voice frantic “Rydeh, you can’t keep this up! Let me get help!”

Rydeh: nodding weakly, his voice hoarse “Go, Fae… I’ll hold it off as long as I can. Just… hurry.”

With a final, desperate look at him, Fae darted off into the darkness, her tiny figure disappearing as she flew toward the guild. Rydeh turned back to the creature, his breathing labored as he tried to reinforce the shield.

The creature’s corrupted Essence pulsed violently, and it raised its claws again, striking the barrier with a shattering force. The impact sent shockwaves through him, and he felt the shield waver, the flickering light fading as his strength began to give out.

Rydeh: whispering to himself, his voice faint “I have to… keep going. I have to protect them…”

The creature lunged forward, its claws breaking through the barrier with a deafening crack. Rydeh staggered back, his body weak and bleeding from shallow cuts where the barrier had failed. His vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay upright, planting himself firmly in front of the child.

Rydeh: to the creature, his voice barely a whisper “You’re… not getting past me.”

The creature struck again, and this time, Rydeh couldn’t block the blow. Pain exploded through his side as he collapsed to one knee, his body trembling from exhaustion and injury. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the child still cowering against the tree.

Summoning the last of his strength, Rydeh pushed himself back to his feet, standing between the child and the beast. His vision swam, and he felt the edges of consciousness slipping away, but he held his ground, unwavering.

The creature let out one final, furious roar, its claws raised as it prepared to strike the finishing blow. Rydeh closed his eyes, his mind focused on one thought: keeping the child safe, no matter what happened to him.

By the time Hans and a team from the guild reached the forest, they found only Rydeh and the child lying unconscious at the city gates. Both were unharmed, but Rydeh’s clothes were torn, and faint traces of blood marked his side where the creature had wounded him. The corrupted creature was nowhere to be found, and only the fading wisps of green Essence lingered in the air.

Hans: kneeling beside Rydeh, his voice tight with worry “Rydeh… come on, kid. You did good, but you need to wake up.”

Stella approached with a concerned frown, carefully inspecting Rydeh’s injuries as she prepared to heal him. Nox surveyed the scene, his eyes narrowing as he took in the faint traces of corrupted Essence.

Stella: in disbelief “How… how did they get back here? And where did the creature go?”

Nox: grimly, his gaze shifting to the forest “Someone—or something—brought them here. This wasn’t his doing.”

As Stella worked to heal Rydeh’s wounds, Hans gently roused him, his face creased with worry. Rydeh’s eyes flickered open, and he looked up, his gaze unfocused but gradually settling on Hans’s face.

Rydeh: weakly, his voice faint “The… child… are they safe?”

Hans: nodding, smiling reassuringly “They’re fine, Rydeh. Thanks to you.”

Relief filled Rydeh’s expression as he let his eyes close again, his body finally surrendering to exhaustion. Stella shook her head, a faint hint of admiration in her gaze as she looked at him.

Stella: quietly “He’s reckless… but there’s courage in him. I’ll give him that.”

Hans lifted Rydeh carefully, carrying him back to the guild as the rest of the team followed. The child, still in shock, was escorted by another guild member, their expression one of quiet awe as they glanced back at Rydeh’s unconscious form.

Later, in the guild infirmary, Rydeh lay resting, his wounds bandaged as he slept peacefully. Lysandra entered quietly, her expression thoughtful as she looked down at him, listening to Hans recount the details of the strange rescue.

Hans: frowning “By the time we reached him, he and the child were at the city gates. There was no sign of the creature, and… no explanation for how they got there unharmed.”

Lysandra: her voice soft, contemplative “The woman in white, perhaps? Fae mentioned she appeared before them”

Hans nodded, his expression troubled.

Hans: “It wouldn’t be the first time they encountered her. But whoever—or whatever—she is, she saved him tonight. And we owe her our thanks, even if we don’t understand her motives.”

Lysandra: nodding “Then we must keep our guard up. The corruption in Aldia is spreading, and if this woman in white has a role to play, it’s a mystery we cannot ignore.”

As Lysandra turned to leave, she cast one last look at Rydeh, her expression a mixture of concern and intrigue. The events of the night had raised more questions than answers, and she knew the guild would have to be ready for whatever came next.

And as Rydeh lay resting, his hand still faintly clutching the sheet, the guild around him continued their quiet watch, each of them wondering what lay in store for the young mage who had so bravely faced down the darkness.

    The night was still as Rydeh lay in the infirmary, his body exhausted and aching from the battle with the corrupted creature. His wounds were bandaged, and the guild’s healers had done all they could, but the mental strain lingered, weighing heavily on him. He drifted into a restless sleep, his mind caught between exhaustion and an unshakeable feeling of something left unfinished.

In the depths of sleep, he found himself wandering through a misty, ethereal landscape. Shadows twisted around him, and the faint glow of moonlight filtered through a fog that clung to the ground like tendrils. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint sound of footsteps echoing nearby.

Then, she appeared—the woman in white, her figure emerging through the haze, her presence both haunting and serene. Her long, silver hair flowed around her like silk, and her white robes billowed as if moved by an unseen breeze. Her eyes were steady, focused, filled with a mixture of sadness and purpose as they settled on him.

Rydeh: in the dream, his voice barely a whisper “Who… are you?”

The woman said nothing, only extending her hand toward him, her gaze urging him to follow. Her pale, ethereal fingers pointed to the distant outline of a towering structure barely visible through the mist—the cathedral. She began walking, her steps silent as she moved through the mist with effortless grace.

Compelled, Rydeh followed, each step bringing him closer to the familiar stone walls of Katerina Cathedral. But this time, the cathedral appeared ancient and untouched, as though he had stepped back in time to when its stones were freshly laid. The towering spires and intricate carvings loomed larger than life, their details sharp and almost painfully real in the dream.

The woman in white led him to a small, nearly hidden door on the side of the cathedral, its heavy wooden surface carved with symbols that seemed to pulse faintly with energy. She placed her hand on the door, turning to look at him with an intensity that held him rooted to the spot. Her eyes, a piercing shade of silver, seemed to communicate a single, silent message: “Remember this.”

Then, with a sudden, blinding flash of light, the scene disappeared, and Rydeh jolted awake, his breath quick and his heart racing. He was alone in the darkened infirmary, the remnants of the dream still vivid in his mind.

After the encounter with the woman in white in his dreams, Rydeh felt compelled to investigate further. Guided by the memory of her gesture toward the hidden door, he returned to Katerina Cathedral early in the morning, just as dawn cast its first light on the ancient stone walls.

The cathedral was shrouded in mist, and a chill lingered in the air as Rydeh approached the door. The faintly carved symbols on its surface seemed to glow in the early morning light, as though waiting for someone to uncover their secrets. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and descended the narrow staircase beyond.

The descent felt endless, the air growing colder, heavier, as he moved further underground. The staircase spiraled down, the stone walls lined with carvings that depicted mages battling creatures twisted by corrupted Essence. Finally, he reached the bottom, stepping into a vast, open chamber that seemed untouched by time.

But this was only the beginning.

Ahead, the chamber opened into a massive, shadowed labyrinth. Towering walls of ancient stone stretched up several floors, vanishing into the darkness above. The air was thick, almost oppressive, and Rydeh could feel the maze’s heavy, silent energy pressing down on him, as though it were watching his every move.

The maze stretched out in all directions, a series of winding corridors and staircases disappearing into deeper darkness. Rydeh could barely make out the shapes of old, crumbling statues and faded murals on the walls. The maze wasn’t merely a physical structure—it felt alive, pulsing with the remnants of ancient Essence.

Rydeh: whispering to himself, his voice tinged with awe “What… what is this place?”

As he moved closer, he saw that each entrance into the maze bore strange symbols, faintly glowing with a soft, cold light that seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. The corridors stretched endlessly, winding down and up, some splitting into narrow staircases that led to unknown floors. It was a multi-leveled structure, each passageway dark and foreboding.

Rydeh’s senses were heightened, and he could feel the labyrinth’s essence vibrating, almost as if it were testing him, trying to gauge whether he was worthy of entering. He knew he couldn’t navigate it alone, so he returned to the guild with his discovery, his mind racing with both fear and excitement.

Later that day, Rydeh stood in the guild’s council chamber, sharing what he had uncovered. Lysandra, Eirwen, Stella, Nox, and several other guild members were gathered, listening intently as he described the maze’s intricate structure and eerie presence.

Rydeh: earnestly “It’s not just a chamber. It’s… a maze, stretching across multiple floors. I couldn’t even see where it ended. The whole place feels ancient, like it’s been sealed away for centuries. There are symbols and carvings everywhere, and the Essence there—it’s powerful, almost… alive.”

A ripple of murmurs passed through the guild members, some exchanging uneasy glances. Lysandra’s expression grew serious, and she turned to Eirwen, who seemed thoughtful, her eyes sharp with curiosity.

Eirwen: nodding slowly “If this maze is as extensive as he says, it could contain relics and knowledge from Katerina’s era—maybe even from before. But a structure like that would have protective wards, traps, possibly corrupted guardians. Navigating it would require precision and caution.”

Stella: with a faint edge of frustration “And we’re supposed to trust that the woman in white led him there for a reason? She’s only appeared to him, and we still don’t know her motives.”

Hans: interjecting, his tone calm but serious “Regardless of how he found it, the maze is there. And if it’s part of our guild’s legacy, we need to understand what lies within.”

Nox crossed his arms, his gaze cold as he considered the implications.

Nox: dryly “I agree. But we also don’t know what dangers await us down there. This is no ordinary relic hunt—it’s a layered labyrinth designed to keep intruders out, maybe even kill them. We’ll need more than just curiosity to survive it.”

Lysandra raised a hand, silencing the room as her gaze settled on Rydeh.

Lysandra: “You’ve done well, Rydeh, bringing this to our attention. But we must approach this with caution. I’m assigning a mission to explore the maze, and it won’t be a simple task. You, Stella, and Nox will form the exploration team. You’ll navigate the maze, secure any relics, and document everything you find.”

Rydeh’s heart pounded, equal parts excitement and fear filling him. He glanced at Stella and Nox, both of whom looked far from pleased at the arrangement.

Stella: sighing, her arms crossed “Wonderful. Babysitting duty in an ancient, cursed maze. Let’s hope you don’t get us killed down there, Rydeh.”

Nox: coldly “Stick close, and follow our lead. If you don’t, you won’t last long in a place like that.”

Rydeh nodded, determined to prove himself despite their doubts. Eirwen stepped forward, her voice calm but resolute.

Eirwen: “The catacombs may contain more than relics. If you find anything related to Essence corruption, bring it back immediately. This maze might be the key to understanding the recent anomalies.”

Lysandra: “Prepare yourselves. The mission starts at dawn.”

    As the guild members dispersed, whispers and sidelong glances followed Rydeh, some guild members openly questioning his connection to the woman in white.

Guild Member 1: to another, in a hushed voice “How is it that only he’s seen her? And now he’s led us to a hidden maze? Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”

Guild Member 2: frowning “It’s odd, that’s for sure. She could be leading him straight into danger, and he wouldn’t know it until it was too late.”

Rydeh felt the weight of their suspicion, and it only fueled his determination to prove himself worthy of the guild’s trust. As he gathered his equipment in preparation for the mission, Hans approached him, offering a reassuring smile.

Hans: placing a firm hand on Rydeh’s shoulder “Don’t let them shake you. Just focus on the task. Stella and Nox can be hard to impress, but they’re the best at what they do. Stick close, and show them what you’re made of.”

Rydeh: nodding, his expression serious “Thank you, Hans. I won’t let the guild down.”

Hans: smiling “I know you won’t. Remember, this place is part of our history. If you can uncover its secrets, you’ll be contributing to something much larger than yourself.”

As Rydeh prepared to leave, Eirwen pulled him aside, her gaze thoughtful.

Eirwen: softly “The maze you’re entering… it’s not just stone and corridors. It was likely designed to test, even break, those who entered it. If the woman in white led you there, be cautious. Trust your instincts, but remember that you’re entering a place where even Essence has been twisted by time.”

Rydeh felt a chill at her words, but he nodded, determined to approach the maze with respect and caution.

The next morning, Lysandra gathered the exploration team for a final briefing. The council room was filled with guild members, all watching as Stella, Nox, and Rydeh prepared to embark on the mission.

Lysandra: addressing the room “This mission will test the strength and resolve of our team. The catacombs are a part of our legacy, a piece of history tied to Katerina herself. But remember, they were sealed for a reason. This maze is a place of trials and mysteries, and you must respect it.”

She turned to Stella and Nox, her gaze steady.

Lysandra: “Stella, Nox—lead with caution. This isn’t a simple hunt. Your task is to explore, retrieve any relics, and uncover what lies within. Rydeh, as the one who discovered this site, you will assist and observe, but follow their lead.”

Stella and Nox both gave brief nods, their expressions focused. Rydeh could feel the tension in the room, but he squared his shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lay within the catacombs.

Eirwen: approaching the team, handing Stella a map she’d hastily sketched “This is based on Rydeh’s description. It may not be complete, but it should give you a rough guide. Remember—there could be multiple floors, each with its own layout.”

Stella: inspecting the map, her tone serious “We’ll make it work. Let’s just hope the maze is as navigable as it sounds.”

Nox said nothing, only glancing at Rydeh with a mixture of caution and challenge.

Nox: quietly “Stay sharp. If this maze is as twisted as it sounds, one wrong turn could mean a dead end.”

With the briefing complete, the team gathered their supplies, each feeling the weight of the mission ahead. As they turned to leave, Rydeh cast one last look back at the guild, his heart filled with determination.

Rydeh: to himself “Whatever you are, wherever you’re leading me… I’ll uncover the truth.”

With that, the team set off toward the cathedral, the maze awaiting them beneath the ancient stone—a labyrinth of trials, secrets, and a test of Rydeh’s place within the guild.