Miles looked up, his expression pale but resolute. “The kid who told me about this place... They needed help. I promised to come here and fix things. But now... they’re gone.”

A heavy silence fell over the group as the gravity of the situation sank in.

“We’ll make this right,” Lancy said firmly, breaking the silence. “Whoever’s responsible for this, we’ll stop them.”

Miles clenched his fists, anger and determination surging through him. “We have to. For their sake.”

With renewed resolve, the party turned their attention back to the imposing fence, knowing they had a daunting task ahead—and one that had just become far more personal.

The oppressive atmosphere in the Village of Faelwen hung thick in the air as the party stood outside the tall, foreboding fence. Miles took a deep breath and focused.

"Roll to find the safest way in," he thought, his mind connecting with the system.

The dice spun in his mind, glowing as they stopped.

"High roll success: A breach in the fence has been detected to the north, obscured by vegetation. Danger minimal," the system informed him.

Miles exhaled in relief and turned to the group. “I found a way. There’s a hole in the fence to the north. We can slip in there.”

The party followed him cautiously, their steps soft as whispers, eyes darting around for any signs of danger. The northern section of the fence was overgrown with vines and weeds, partially concealing the gap. Miles knelt to inspect it.

“Looks clear,” he whispered. One by one, they slipped through the gap, emerging on the other side into the ghostly silence of the village.

The sight before them was grim. The village, which Miles remembered as struggling but still alive, now looked like a shell of its former self. Buildings were crumbling, windows shattered, and the streets were eerily quiet. Few people walked about, their faces gaunt and their movements hurried as though afraid of being seen.

Miles frowned. "Roll to assess the state of the village," he thought, focusing.

The dice spun again but stopped short.

"Result: Moderate failure. Unable to gather detailed information beyond the obvious."

“This... this is worse than before,” Nancy murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened here?” John asked, his tone filled with unease.

“We need answers,” Lancy said, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

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Before they could investigate further, a deep, commanding voice echoed from down the street.

“Keep an eye out. If anyone’s wandering where they shouldn’t be, bring them to me immediately.”

Miles stiffened, his blood running cold. He recognized the voice. Vadamir.

"Roll to assess the immediate threat," Miles thought.

The dice spun, landing with an alarming result.

"Low roll. Threat level: Extremely high. Suggest immediate avoidance."

“Hide,” he hissed, ushering the party toward the nearest house. The door creaked as they slipped inside, shutting it softly behind them. They crouched low, their breaths shallow.

Miles quickly rolled again. "Roll to check if the hiding spot is secure."

The dice spun, landing on an average result.

"Result: Semi-secure. Spot will hold unless actively investigated."

“Stay quiet,” he whispered as they crouched by the cracked wooden slats of a window.

Outside, Vadamir strode down the street, flanked by two imposing figures in dark armor. His piercing gaze swept the empty road as though searching for something—or someone.

“What’s he doing here?” John whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Whatever it is, it’s not good,” Lancy replied grimly. “We need to figure out what’s happening in this village... and fast.”

Miles clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his promise to the lost child. His thoughts raced as he stared at the ominous figure of Vadamir.

"Roll to estimate how long we can remain undetected."

The dice spun, glowing faintly.

"Result: Four minutes before the area is actively searched."

“We don’t have much time,” Miles whispered. “Four minutes at best. We need to move fast.”

His resolve hardened. This time, he wouldn’t fail.

The party stayed huddled in the dim, musty room, their breaths shallow as Vadamir's imposing footsteps echoed outside. Miles could feel the tension in the air, a suffocating weight that pressed down on everyone.

"Roll to assess the safety of our position," he thought nervously.

The dice spun again in his mind, landing on a low result.

"Result: Danger imminent. You are not as alone as you think," the system whispered ominously.

A shuffling sound behind them made Miles freeze. He turned sharply, just in time to see a small figure dart out of the shadows, clutching a broken wooden stick like a weapon.

"Intruders!" the child screamed, lunging toward them with all the ferocity of a cornered animal.

“Wait—!” Miles tried to calm her, but before the child could reach them, she collapsed, the stick clattering to the floor.

Nancy rushed forward, her hands trembling. “She’s starving,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

The sight of the frail, unconscious girl hit Miles like a punch to the gut. His mind flashed back to the child who had helped him before, the one he had promised to save.

"Roll to detect immediate danger," Miles thought, desperation creeping into his mind.

The dice spun, landing on a critical result.

"Danger incoming: The door will not hold for long," the system warned.

A loud, deliberate knock echoed through the room, sending shivers down their spines.

“Stay here,” Lancy said, rising to her feet. Her twin swords gleamed faintly in the dim light.

“Lancy, wait—” Miles began, but she silenced him with a look.

“This is the boss of the dungeon, right? He’s only level 8. I can handle him,” she said firmly.

"Roll to determine the likelihood of success," Miles thought, uncertainty gnawing at him.

The dice spun, landing on a high 10.

"Result: Guaranteed victory due to level disparity. Even with a negative 10 roll, Lancy will prevail," the system informed him.

Miles frowned. “That’s... too convenient,” he muttered under his breath.

“Let her go,” Nancy whispered. “She knows what she’s doing.”

Before Miles could argue further, Lancy opened the door and stepped outside.

Miles tried to focus on the system again. "Is this a trick? Are you playing with me?" he asked mentally, but the system remained silent.