The aftermath of the goblin fight left Felix winded, his body aching as he slumped down on a rock. The team was in rough shape, bandaging cuts and sharing grumbles about close calls. Felix winced as he pressed a cloth against a cut on his arm, but the sting reminded him he was alive—and that he had held his own.

The magician in their party, Maris, knelt beside him, inspecting his arm. She didn’t say much, her hands working quickly to wrap the wound, but her small nod told him he’d done well enough to earn her respect.

“You’ve got some magic in you, don’t you?” Maris asked, adjusting the bandage.

Felix nodded, his heart racing a little at the attention. “I know the basics, but… nothing for fighting. It’s mostly mana control.”

She looked thoughtful, then tapped her staff against the ground. “A basic blast spell might serve you well. Simple but powerful if you use it right. You’re quick on your feet; it’d give you an edge.”

Felix’s eyes widened, nodding eagerly. “I’d appreciate any help.”

She chuckled. “Alright, listen close…”

By the time they’d patched up, Felix had managed to pick up the fundamentals of a simple blast spell. It wasn’t anything flashy—just a pulse of energy that could knock back an opponent. But Felix could feel the potential in it, the thrill of having another tool to use.

After gathering their gear, they rejoined the merchant they were escorting. The merchant, a cheerful older man with a booming laugh, insisted on sharing stories from his travels, detailing every twist and turn of his route as though each were a grand adventure.

“Ah, you adventurers have it easy, eh?” he teased, his tone light but appreciative. “If I had your skills, maybe I’d have my own tales of valor and not just close calls with goblins.”

Felix found himself drawn in, the chatter easing the lingering tension. He listened with genuine interest, letting the stories unfold around him like a second landscape beyond the road.

As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the path, they reached the city gates. Felix felt a strange sense of accomplishment. He wasn’t just a spectator; he’d fought, bled, and now, returned with his team. And, though exhausted, he felt a rising excitement for what lay ahead.

Once they’d seen the merchant safely to his destination, the group made their way to a nearby inn, its worn sign creaking in the wind. Inside, the warmth and hum of voices enveloped them, a sharp contrast to the cold darkness outside. Felix followed his teammates to a corner table, his eyes darting around to take in the bustling crowd.

The others ordered food and drinks, and as they settled in, Felix noticed their casual ease—each scar, each quiet laugh seemed to carry a story he was only beginning to understand.

Tarek leaned back, his armor creaking as he stretched. “Not bad for your first job, Felix. A few more runs, and you’ll be seasoned like the rest of us.”

Felix smiled, feeling a warmth that went beyond the firelight. “Thanks, Tarek. And… thanks, all of you, for having my back.”

They shared a few more quiet laughs, and as the night deepened, Felix drifted off to sleep with the sounds of camaraderie in his ears, the thrill of magic in his veins.

Morning came quickly, and with it, their journey back to Ravenspire. But instead of heading directly to the guild, Maris motioned toward a narrow path off the main road.

“There’s an old ruin nearby,” she explained. “Ancient as the city itself, or so they say. It’s mostly empty… but sometimes creatures wander in, looking for a nest.”

Felix felt his curiosity pique, and he exchanged glances with the others. They nodded in silent agreement, their gazes sharpening as they prepared themselves. A second adventure awaited.

The path to the ruin was treacherous, And the dense forest had gradually thinned out into a rugged expanse of hills, with rocky outcroppings jutting up like jagged teeth around them. Felix's senses were on high alert, each rustling leaf and distant screech making him flinch. The path was narrow, bordered by thorny brambles that snagged at their clothes and armor. In the lead, Tarek moved with measured caution, while Lina scouted ahead, her steps silent as a shadow.

Ahead, low-hanging mist cloaked the path, shifting and curling like fingers stretching out to greet them. Felix shivered, rubbing his arms for warmth as he scanned the darkening surroundings. A strange, faint chittering sound echoed from somewhere far off, its direction impossible to pinpoint.

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“S-so,” Felix began, clearing his throat, “what’s the plan once we, uh, get there?” He hoped conversation would help ease his nerves.

Tarek glanced over his shoulder, his expression serious. “Simple enough. We’re entering an old ruin up ahead. It’s been empty for years, but creatures like to nest in the place. Our job’s to clear it out, check for anything unusual, and report back. Stick close and don’t wander off.”

Felix nodded, tightening his grip on his staff. “Got it. No wandering.”

Maris, walking beside him, gave him a small smirk. “First rule of adventuring, Felix: the things you can’t see are the ones you should worry about.”

“Thanks… very reassuring,” he muttered, earning a chuckle from her.

As they crested the hill, the ruins came into view—a sprawling mass of crumbling stone walls and towering arches, half-swallowed by the forest. Vines clung to the ancient stone like veins, and the structure seemed to sag under the weight of centuries. A faint golden symbol was etched above the doorway, but the years had worn it down to near illegibility.

Lina leaned in, squinting at the symbol. “Ravenspire markings, if I’m not mistaken. Not that it means much these days.”

Felix tilted his head, trying to make out the faded letters. “What did it say?”

“Roughly translates to ‘Beware the Shadows,’” Maris replied, her voice low. “Comforting, isn’t it?”

Felix forced a grin. “I’ve always loved cryptic warnings.”

The team arranged themselves in pairs—Tarek and Lina at the front, Felix and Maris in the middle, and two other guild members they’d picked up as extra hands bringing up the rear. Felix glanced at Maris, who met his gaze with a nod.

“Stay close,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s easy to get separated in places like this.”

They moved forward, stepping through the archway into the darkness beyond. Felix’s footsteps echoed in the silence, each tap of his boots against stone seeming louder than it should have been. The air was damp and cold, filled with the smell of mold and decay. Shadows danced along the walls, shifting as their torchlight flickered.

Minutes passed as they moved deeper into the ruins, navigating winding corridors and vaulted chambers. The only sounds were their quiet footsteps and the occasional distant drip of water. Felix’s grip on his staff was white-knuckled, his nerves on edge with every step.

The silence was suddenly broken by a faint, scratching noise from somewhere up ahead. Felix froze, his pulse racing.

“You hear that?” he whispered, glancing at Maris.

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the shadows ahead. “Stay alert.”

Lina took a step forward, her blades drawn. “Might be rats,” she murmured, though Felix noticed her eyes were sharper than before, scanning every corner.

The sound grew louder, joined by a low, guttural growling. The team tightened their formation, shields raised, weapons ready. Felix’s heartbeat thundered in his ears as he prepared himself for whatever lay ahead.

Out of the darkness emerged a hulking figure—twice the size of a man, its skin mottled and gray, with twisted horns curling from its forehead. Its red eyes glowed in the torchlight, and a thick, oozing slime dripped from its fanged mouth.

“Well, that’s… bigger than a rat,” Felix managed, his voice trembling.

Tarek didn’t waste a second. “Hold formation! Lina, Maris, get its flanks!”

Maris’s hand glowed as she began chanting, gathering mana for a spell. Lina darted forward, moving with lethal precision as she closed in on the creature’s side.

Felix steadied his breathing, focusing his mana into his staff. He could feel the energy thrumming through him, his own nervousness blending with the exhilaration of facing a true, monstrous opponent.

The creature lunged, its massive claws swiping toward Tarek, who barely managed to deflect the blow with his shield. The impact sent him staggering back, but he held his ground, his expression grim.

“Felix!” Maris shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. “Now’s your chance—hit it while it’s distracted!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Summoning his courage, Felix raised his staff and unleashed a blast of energy, striking the creature’s side. It howled, momentarily stunned, giving Lina an opening to strike. Her blades flashed as she carved into its thick hide, her movements swift and brutal.

The creature reeled, but it wasn’t done yet. With a roar, it swung one massive arm toward Felix. Time seemed to slow as he saw the blow coming, but he was rooted in place, his body frozen in terror.

A sharp push sent him sprawling out of the creature’s reach. Maris had shoved him aside, her own shield raised as she took the brunt of the attack. She winced, staggering back, but kept her footing, her gaze locked on Felix.

“Don’t freeze up,” she hissed. “If you’re scared, use it. Fear makes you sharper.”

He nodded, swallowing hard as he scrambled to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he raised his staff again, forcing himself to focus. This time, when he released his spell, it was stronger, more focused. The blast hit the creature square in the chest, and it stumbled, its growls turning to desperate snarls.

With a final swing, Tarek brought his sword down on its neck, and the creature collapsed, its body hitting the ground with a dull thud. The silence that followed was almost deafening, broken only by their ragged breathing.

Felix leaned against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked around at his team, each of them bloodied but alive, their faces set with grim determination. Tarek approached him, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“You did well, kid,” he said, his voice rough but approving. “Held your own out there.”

Felix managed a weak smile. “Thanks. I, uh… definitely wasn’t expecting anything like that.”

Maris chuckled, wiping a smear of blood from her cheek. “You never do. But that’s what makes this job interesting.”

The tension slowly eased, laughter and banter filling the air as the team began to regroup. Felix felt a strange sense of pride as he looked at his companions, each one a warrior in their own right. He was a part of this now—part of something bigger, something real.

As they made their way back to the camp they’d set up outside the ruins, Felix glanced back at the dark entrance, a flicker of determination sparking within him.