Cassandra's system book opened with a soft sound of changing pages, and she emerged from her challenge with a triumphant smile on her face.
Her grandfather, Saren, waited for her with an expression of relief and pride.
"You did it!" exclaimed Saren, embracing his granddaughter. "I was so worried when you decided to face level 4, but I should never have doubted you."
Cassandra returned the hug, but didn't truly feel the same affection as her grandfather. "Thank you, grandfather. With the rabbit by my side and the equipment you got me, it wasn't as dangerous as we feared."
'Elio might have good intentions,' she thought to herself, 'but his idealism will lead us to ruin. Sometimes, to save the majority, sacrifices must be made. It's a harsh truth, but necessary.'
Right, founder? Right, Creator?
As they prepared to gather their allies, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. Was she really doing the right thing? Or was she letting her distrust of Elio cloud her judgment?
