When someone is fated to die, they do not wake knowing; this will be their last day alive.

As such, there was no way for the D-Ranked adventuring party, Brazen Thrush, to know the job they had just accepted would spell their doom.

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Clear out the goblins—simple enough fare. Yet they arrived unprepared, and, caught in an ambush, succumbed to a hail of arrows, a storm of swords; the sounds singing a tale of unrepentant chaos.

As they died, many thoughts perhaps ran through their heads, but one rang most true; How could a simple job go so wrong?