From atop the trees a future unfolded before my eyes.

Eyes not searching often find…

One that spoke of coming storms.

Of a raging sea to the East.

A development no one talked of.

Of rumbles that one felt but never uttered.

Something within, something deep down urged at an importance I couldn't grasp.

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Cerulean Seas fostered a force that would bathe our realm in battle.

Sighing….

I let my feelings pass.

I continued my search for the wagon and the brothers and did my best not to let my thoughts wander from my path.

The forest I traversed held monsters of middle levels.

When only a few months ago this area was one meant for beginning adventures.

With creatures that wouldn't kill, that would harm but not mane.

As the realm grew chaotic, creatures of lower levels disappeared, or evolved into the ones that now fight to live.

A problem arose from this.

Well, many did.

But the main one was this.

Without lower level creatures how will new adventurers begin their journey?

And once all the current adventurers have fallen...

Who would be left to protect the people from the growing danger of our realm?

Was our very existence endangered?

A frown pressed my face.

Growing worry began to spread.

Then…

Unlike before when I was alone…

It stopped.

I was no longer alone.

This turmoil was no longer mine alone to bear.

I would not handle these issues alone.

I would not claim the glory alone.

My guild would rise to the occasion.

All I needed to do was help

Readying my soul.

Pressing my heart to still.

Eying the wagon that lay resting on the bend of the road.

I resolved what I needed to do.

I would be that man for my guild.

I would be that man for my realm.