The Dreamer's POV

[00 Months: 04 Days: 10 Hours]

Terance was a stark contrast to the treacherous dungeons and wild lands I had traversed, a haven of civilization amidst the chaos.

'I can imagine being comfortable in this place and taking a decent job as an Adventurer...'

Of course, I wasn't going to go down that route, but for the Survivors who got transported to this place, it would be a tantalizing temptation.

As I observed the hustle and bustle around me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

Terance held the promise of new opportunities, of connections that could further my quest for strength and vengeance. Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|m,p-y r

'I just need to find the person I'm looking for. Hopefully I get good information and prepare myself for those Alliance bastards.'

Then there was also that lurking feeling that something was amiss, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.

'The dreams I had... they're vague at best now, but I used to think I could rely on the few details I remember.'

But now, one of those few things I thought were certain—like the creation of the  'Alliance' thing—turned out to be different from my dreams.

'The future has changed.' Or rather, it was more like I couldn't be sure of the end I saw any longer.

'Well, it's not like those visions were particularly useful to me, to begin with...'

It was a shame, though. I actually thought I could capitalize on that advantage.

It turned out I was wrong.

With renewed determination, I rose from my seat and left the comforting embrace of the tavern.

The streets of Terance called to me, and it was time to delve deeper, to uncover the secrets this town held and continue my relentless pursuit of power.

As I ventured forth, the sun casting its warm rays upon the magnificent city of Terance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

'First, I'll talk to the connection of the merchant. And once I'm done... I'll head towards the Information Guild.'

A wide grin coursed through my face as I walked among the unaware natives around me.

'... Should be fun.'

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[Later That Night...]

The night air was crisp and cool, with a blanket of stars scattered across the dark canvas of the sky.

The moon, though dim, cast a gentle glow upon the town of Terance, enhancing the serenity of the scene.

Two guards stood at their post, their eyes scanning the surroundings, vigilant in their duty to protect the town.

Their conversation was hushed, carried on in low tones as they discussed the events of the day.

Their conversation was interrupted as a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding respect.

The guards' eyes widened, and they immediately straightened their posture, bowing respectfully before him.

"Sir Benard," they greeted in unison.

Benard, a man of authority and wisdom, raised a hand in a gesture of assurance.

"At ease, my loyal guards," he said in a calm and authoritative tone.

"Have there been any complications in your watch tonight?"

The guards exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

"No, Sir Benard," one of them replied.

"No suspicious individuals have ventured into the city. It has been a quiet night thus far."

Benard nodded, but a furrow creased his brow. "Anything out of the ordinary? Any peculiar incidents?"

The guards hesitated for a moment before recalling a few isolated events.

"Well, there were a couple of individuals who asked us random questions about the surroundings," one of them spoke up.

"And earlier in the afternoon, a young man claiming to be from the Outpost arrived in the city."

Benard's eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

"The... Outpost, you say?"

He had recieved news not too long ago about the Outpost currently reduced to nothing but ashes.

Most people wouldn't hear about this until at least a few days, and the only reason he knew was because of his position that granted him access to privileged information

"And you're sure he said the Outpost?"

The guards nodded, bothering Benard even more.

"Hmmm..."

The timing of this stranger's arrival troubled him deeply.

"Tell me more about this young man," he urged, his voice laced with a sense of urgency.

The guards obliged, providing a detailed description of the individual named Luke.

They recounted how he had confidently answered their inquiries about the city, passing their tests and demonstrating a familiarity with the Outpost.

Benard's perplexed expression deepened as he absorbed the information.

The appearance of a stranger from the Outpost, just as news of its destruction reached his ears, was more than a mere coincidence.

'Something is amiss.'

"Thank you for your diligence and prompt report," Benard acknowledged the guards, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"You may continue with your duties."

As he made his way through the streets of Terance, Benard's thoughts raced.

The safety and order of the town were of paramount importance, especially with the impending arrival of a distinguished member of the Lyma Family.

He couldn't afford to overlook any potential threats.

The mysterious arrival of Luke from the Outpost raised a red flag in his mind.

Was this mere happenstance or part of a larger scheme?

Benard's sense of duty and responsibility towards Terance compelled him to investigate further.

He resolved to locate this Luke swiftly and determine his true intentions.

The security of Terance relied on his ability to discern friend from foe, to ensure that the town thrived in safety and prosperity.

With a determined stride, Benard moved through the city, his mind focused on the task at hand.

He would uncover the truth behind Luke's arrival and take the necessary actions to protect his town.

It was his duty, his responsibility... as the Guild Master of Terance.

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[A/N]

Looks like Mikey keeps getting into one trouble after the other.

When will he catch a break?

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