The light of dawn hung low over the horizon.
Sylas stood on the village walls in a stoic sort of silence, the walls themselves carrying the weight of their own story.
They had changed considerably from the last time Sylas laid his eyes on them. Cassarae, having kept true to her promise, had actually managed to progress the village to a Grade 1 Rudimentary Town. Thanks to that, the walls were no longer formed of wood but were instead forged of strong, sturdy stone.
Such a rushed upgrade couldn't have been easy, that much Sylas was certain of. But he also knew the kind of stubborn person Cassarae was. He didn't bother to ask how much hardship had come with it, nor did he ask if she was alright. That would probably just piss her off.
What he did know was that the rest would be up to him.
He looked off into the distance as the rays slowly became brighter.
And then came the notification.
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[Dynamic Field Dungeon Established]
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[Affiliation Detected]
[Grimblade Lineage]
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