The scene changed.
Everyone was left outside while Mark and his most trusted group were back inside.
But they weren't alone.
The priestess had come with them. She stood at the head of her entourage. Alongside them stood Thalric, as rigid as ever. His armored mount left outside but his hand was never far from the hilt of his weapon. At his back were three of his most trusted guild warriors, their eyes scanning every corner of the room as though expecting the walls themselves to turn against them.
It was Mark who had brought them here, to the room bathed in divine energy. Not because he had wished to at first, but because the priestess demanded proof with her words. She had spoken of a prophecy, of a God who foresaw their sudden arrival in this world. A God who declared that Mark himself would rise as the hero to stand against the Demon Lord, to shield this realm from falling from the Demon Lord's fury.
But it hadn't ended with him.
