Wren had watched in stunned amazement as a small point of light suddenly discouraged a full sized human. The man's spear clattered across the cobblestones as he fell on his ass with a short, “oof.” The human gave her a quick, almost dismissive glance before his odd dark eyes settled on the devastation around them. She couldn't quite tell with him sitting on the ground, but he seemed shorter in stature. Stout was an adequate word. Short dark brown hair sat above a wide face with an equally wide nose. His eyes were the most striking aspect of his visage. The lids stretched toward the bridge of his nose in a way that pulled it out from his face, giving a place for the rest of the eyelids to hide. It was odd, but nowhere near as exotic as his too pale complexion. The man's spear seemed like any other, but the shield seemed oddly primitive. A flat rectangle of wood that didn't even look well put together. His coat however looked to be tightly woven. With a fur lined collar, Wren could see wanting one once winter arrived. Perhaps these people put more research points into luxuries instead of war. That thought was quickly crushed by the second prompt she received.

“Summoning Successful! The System has reached out into the multiple worlds and brought back a suitable candidate. Know This: The man brought forth is Ityean. Ityeans are a multiple people group. As such you will be able to spawn the following races. Ityean Human, Ityean Akumajin, Ityean Oni-Sen, Ityean Oni-Kai, Ityean Kitsune, and Ityan Hibijin.”

Wren's eyes widened in surprise. In the back of her mind, she instinctively knew that any race other than her own of Azradai would add to the types of races she would be able to summon. That knowledge likely came with the Fledgling Mayor Class, but the possibility of spawning six races from the single summon was beyond belief. The previous Mayor had access to Azradai, Humans, and Orcs, but preferred Azradai. The next prompt took any elation from the multiple races and mercilessly beat it to death with a bundle of wet reeds.

“Know This: The man brought forth is an Anorian. Anorians are known on thirteen separate worlds and have brought war and genocide to eleven of them. Anorians are even known to have conquered and terriformed four of the nine layers of Hell. Be wary of the devastation you may unleash upon your own world.”

“New tech trees available.”

Wren stared at the messages. Experiencing a new kind of horror. Had she inadvertently doomed the world? Would this human try to kill her?

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“What da hell?”

The human asked in annoyance. Wren considered ignoring him, but then reconsidered. This was supposed to be her ally. Maybe she just needed to point the evil human in the direction of her enemies. “What's wrong?”

This damn box wants me to choose a Class.”

“It is safe right now. Best to get that done and over with.”

The human stopped talking and got the far away look of a person diving into their interface. The tag above his head read “Yuji Han. Level 5 Iteyan Human Commoner*.” She wondered if the asterisk ment that he was eligible for a Class, but hadn't chosen one yet. She hadn't been given a choice. That likely meant there were no other survivors. With a final look down at the human still sitting on the ground, she decided to go look for a place to fulfill her new quest.

The scene around her truly was a hellscape. How exactly had the Goblin Raid manage to destroy literally everything? The buildings were almost entirely ruined husks. To say nothing of the dead people. All wood buildings had been set ablaze. Some still burning. Wren angled herself toward the nearest granary. Hopefully a fully stone building would still be intact.

“Oh come on!” The man, Yuji, said, a note of exasperation in his voice.

“What now?” Wren asked as she noted his tag now read as “Yuji Han, Level 5 Iteyan Human Militia Leader.”

“Now I have box dat say I need to find or build Militia Office.”

“Four walls, a roof, a door, and a desk?” Wren guessed.

“Uh, war-table. Not desk.”

When noted the oddities in his accent. He didn't use contractions. Neither did he use plurals or the word “a”. The “th” sound came out as a “d”. Odd yes, but she had never known anyone from a different world. She supposed she should just be happy that they spoke the same language. “Just dismiss it for now.”

“How do I do dat? I… Oh… Nevermind.”

With that said, he rolled over to his front and stood while simultaneously picking up his spear. Wren had a brief moment of panic, but the Iteyan just stood in place and looked around with a grim unsettled expression. It made sense. They were walking through a hellscape. Wren kept one eye on the man and one eye on the street. An action that was too difficult to devote any real focus on either.

“What we looking for?”

Wren pressed her lips together before deciding to just be honest. “Somewhere to set up a Mayor's Office. I'm hoping the granary will still be mostly intact.”

“Should we not look for survivor instead?”

“I don't think there are any, but a Mayor’s Office should tell me whether there are any others or not.”

“How?”

“How what?” Wren snapped back.

“How Office of Mayor help wit find survivor.”

Wren turned to fix all glare on him that said “how can you be this stuipid?” He wasn't looking at her. His already narrow eyes were even more narrowed as he stared off into space with a confused and concerned expression. She then remembered that he likely didn't have the same information downloaded into his head that she did. “The Mayor's Interface should tell me how many people live here.”

That response didn't seem to make him understand, but he decided to hold his tongue. That was good. Even better… The Granary was still standing. The door was broken down and loose grain bags scattered everywhere, but the roof was intact. Yay for clay tile instead of wood. The inside was empty. Give it to the horde, they sure were efficient with their rape, pillage, and plunder. The room was large, dark, and a total mess, but Wren immediately started pulling at one of the broken shelves hoping to make a makeshift desk. “Find a way to fix the door.” She ordered.

Yuji looked around the room before swinging his eyes onto her for just a moment. He then walked back outside.