Grixx, observing the exchange, comments, "Your Majesty’s generosity knows no bounds. Berko, with this new skill, I’m certain you’ll reach unprecedented levels."
Berko nods, determination gleaming in his eyes. "I won’t squander this opportunity. I’ll strive to become a warrior worthy of standing by His Majesty’s side."
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Alix strides into the bustling Adventurers’ Guild of Sumbrasth City, the air thick with the hum of conversations and the clinking of armor. His alias, Aiden, has gained recognition among the adventurers over the past few days. Approaching the quest board, he scans the parchments for new challenges.
The attendant, noticing Alix’s interest, steps forward. "Morning, Aiden. Looking for work?"
Alix nods, his eyes still on the board. "Yes, anything notable today?"
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The attendant said. "Well, there’s talk of a significant quest coming up. The Ordeya Kingdom is preparing to call upon all capable adventurers to combat beasts emerging from the northern crevice. It’s a massive undertaking, happens every three months or so."
Alix’s interest piques, though he maintains a casual demeanor. "Sounds challenging. Any idea when this quest will be posted?"
"Should be any day now," the attendant replies. "Keep an eye out; the rewards are substantial, but the dangers are equally great."
Alix offers a grateful nod. "Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll be ready."
Over the next few days, Alix continues to accept smaller quests, building his reputation and awaiting the announcement. Then, one morning, the guild hall buzzes with heightened activity. A large notice adorns the central board, bearing the royal seal of Ordeya.
The guild master addresses the gathered adventurers. "Attention! The Ordeya Kingdom officially requests aid to repel the beasts from the northern crevice. All willing and able adventurers are urged to participate. Sign-ups begin immediately."
Alix steps forward, determination in his eyes. "Count me in."
The guild master nods approvingly. "Good to have you, Aiden. May fortune favor you in the battles ahead."
As Alix signs his name, he reflects on his true purpose in Ordeya.
Alix, Grixx, and Berko approaches the northern crevice—a gaping chasm that seems to breathe malevolence. Around them, adventurers mill about, some nodding in acknowledgment, while others, particularly the Tier 4 elites, barely spare them a glance.
Berko observes the dismissive attitudes and murmurs, "Seems our fellow gold rank aren’t too impressed, huh?"
Alix’s gaze remains fixed on the crevice, its depths obscured by darkness. "This fissure... it’s like a gateway to the abyss."
A nearby gold rank adventurer, overhearing, interjects, "Aiden, right? First time at the crevice?"
Alix nods, turning to face the speaker. "Yes."
The adventurer, a seasoned warrior by the looks of his scarred armor, offers a grim smile. "Be prepared. The beasts here are relentless."
Berko steps forward, curiosity evident. "Do we know why the beasts keep emerging?"
The warrior shakes his head. "No one knows for sure."
Grixx frowns. "Has anyone attempted to explore its depths?"
"A few have tried," the warrior replies, "but none returned."
Alix’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. "Perhaps it’s time someone did."
The warrior chuckles, though there’s no humor in it. "If you’re that eager, be my guest."
As the adventurers gather near the ominous northern crevice, a palpable tension fills the air. Conversations hush abruptly as a figure descends from above, hovering with an aura of authority. It’s Marshal Medren, the sole marshal of the Ordeya Kingdom and a renowned Tier 5 warrior. His presence commands immediate respect, and silence envelops the assembly.
Marshal Medren’s voice resonates powerfully across the field. "As always, our mission is straightforward: eliminate every beast that emerges from this crevice. All loot obtained is yours to keep, and the kingdom offers to purchase any spoils you wish to sell. I will remain here to confront any Tier 5 beasts that may appear. Good luck to all."
Alix, under his alias Aiden, discreetly activates his system to assess Medren’s capabilities. The display reveals:
[Name: Medren
Level: 543
Tier 5 warrior]
Impressed by Medren’s formidable level, Alix murmurs to himself, "Level 543... Quite the powerhouse."
As the adventurers brace themselves near the northern crevice, an oppressive aura suddenly emanates from its depths, sending a shiver through the ranks. Even Alix’s expression hardens momentarily before the sensation dissipates as swiftly as it arose.
Without warning, a horde of beasts surges from the chasm, their roars echoing across the battlefield. Alix, Grixx, and Berko engage the oncoming creatures with practiced efficiency, each movement precise and controlled. Under Alix’s directive, they conserve their strength, dispatching foes methodically without overexertion.
As they fight, the trio gradually advances toward the crevice’s edge, their calculated progression drawing the attention of nearby gold-ranked adventurers. Misinterpreting their approach as reckless bravado, some observers exchange disdainful glances, perceiving Alix’s group as showboating.
A burly swordsman sneers, "Look at them, acting like they’re invincible."
A mage beside him scoffs, "They’ll get themselves killed showing off like that."
Suddenly the intensity of the beast onslaught surges, adventurers find themselves fully engaged, battling fiercely to hold the line. Amidst the chaos, Alix senses an opportunity.
"Grixx, Berko, close in," Alix commands, his voice cutting through the clamor.
The two comply without hesitation, forming up beside him. From within his cloak, Alix produces a small, intricately carved stone—a rare item known as the Veilstone. This powerful item grants temporary invisibility, rendering the user undetectable even to beings of Tier 6.
"Hold still," Alix instructs, activating the Veilstone. A soft hum resonates as a translucent shimmer envelops the trio before fading, leaving them invisible to all around.
"Incredible," Berko whispers, marveling at the effect.
"Stay focused," Grixx murmurs. "We have a mission."
Under the cloak of invisibility, they maneuver through the battlefield, deftly avoiding clashes and slipping past occupied adventurers. The sounds of combat—clashing steel, roaring beasts, and shouted commands—create a chaotic symphony that masks their movements.
As they approach the crevice’s edge, the ground trembles beneath their feet, and a noxious heat emanates from the abyss. Peering into the darkness, Alix signals for them to proceed. One by one, they descend into the unknown, leaving the tumultuous battle above as they venture into the depths of the crevice.