“Whoah! Slow down Claudia!”

I barely understood any of the rambling, babbling, and sobbing that was going on.

“I need you to calm down and explain me.”

I honestly didn't know how to approach the situation. She was not my friend. I barely knew her from the day before and she was my employer. Was I supposed to hug her? It seemed inappropriate to say the least.

I had never been good in this kind of social situations. Treating with people and comforting them felt awkward. I could see that she was agitated, and I could even empathize with her. But now what?

I knew I had to do something. People I didn't know—Charlotte, Yasmin, Claudia—had risked their lives to save me from a doomed destiny. I was not about to stand and watch as they suffered.

Something was bubbling up inside me. A sense of justice, a desire to make right for those who had stand up for me. It had been hard to learn that I was about to become a toy for the Church, but hey fought for it.

"Claudia," I finally found the strength to say, "I am going back, and I'm leaving no stone unturned until Yasmin is safe. If I have to fight the whole Order itself, so be it. I owe all of you that and much more.“

I paused and for the first time I wished I could really lock eyes with her. That she saw how serious I was instead of an endless pool of white. Because all I said, I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

"My job here is done, isn't it? There is no dungeon anymore, no corruption to analyze. Send me back."

She was shacking. Her body was perpetually shivering, standing like a puppet whose ties had been cut.

"I knew," she finally answered. "We all knew the risks. We were prepared for this to happen. And I promised-" she broke into a sob. "-I promised I wouldn't do anything. I promised if worse came to worst, I would let things unfold naturally."

She collapsed to her knees. Her hands covered her face in a fruitless attempt to hide her tears.

"But I can't!" She shouted; her soul poured in an outcry for help. "Please. Please save her. She is all I have."

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I am no hero. I've never believed I was one, not even when I was summoned to this world and given special powers. But this moment, I had play hero.

I approached her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I made a promise to her and also to me.

"I will."

[Your summons request has been completed.]

Proceed to a summoning site within 1 hour. Failure to do so will result in being force-summoned.

I had to find out about the situation back at Fixun. Was it the [Oracle] who got her? Were they still in town or had they fled somewhere? And I knew, it was engraved in my head, that the [Oracle] was well beyond what I could bite. I needed time to train, to really use my new classes.

I had yet to see what [Advanced Corrupted Bloodshaper] could really do. My new [Corrupted Divinator] class had just backfired and almost killed me. I had a myriad of System messages to read through.

I needed time, any second counted.

"Claudia. I can hold it together in a force-summon, remember? Send me now, Yasmin is waiting for me."

She, for the first time, raised her head. There was hope in her eyes, slowly gaining terrain over the panic reflected on her tears. She looked at me, paused, and breathed slowly.

"I know I am asking to much of you. But please, save her."

[Force-summoning in 5 seconds]

"Please."

Everything turned dark and I was back into the void. A void that, now, felt familiar to my pocket dimension. Familiar, but not quite the same. Everything was unbound and wild.

But I didn't care.

I couldn't care one bit less about the strange magic here. About where I was. All that mattered was Yasmin and how I would save her.

How I would fight against the [Oracle].

The Church.

The Order.

And the whole Sanctum if I needed to.