The morning sun barely pierced the dense morning mist that clung to the city streets. Rayan moved with quiet determination, each step on the cobblestones a measured rhythm, his side still tender from the previous injury. The pain lingered like a dull echo, a reminder of yesterday's misstep in the forest, but the fire within him refused to fade. Today, he would train, test himself, and push beyond the limits he had set.
He reached the guild hall, its large oak doors imposing. Inside, the guild hall buzzed with activity. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes moved about, exchanging information, checking mission boards, or preparing their equipment.
Rayan's eyes scanned the room, noting the familiar faces some allies, some competitors. He approached one of the adventurers he knew, a tall man with a rugged cloak and a warm smile. "Hey," Rayan called over the hum of conversation. "I heard there's a vacancy for a mission. Do you know anything about it?"
The man's eyes lit up, a spark of recognition crossing his features. "Ah, Rayan. Perfect timing. We actually have a spot open. One of our team members didn't show up, and we're looking for someone reliable to join us."
Rayan nodded, trying to steady his breathing. The idea of joining a mission again, putting his skills to the test, both excited and unnerved him. "I'll come with you," he said, his voice calm but firm, hiding the slight tremor of anticipation.
"Good," the adventurer replied, clapping him on the shoulder. "We leave soon. Gear up, and follow us outside. You'll see what you're in for."
The mission was straightforward, at least in description a pack of wolves had been preying on nearby farms, tearing through livestock and frightening villagers. Guild members warned of the creatures cunning and aggression. For Rayan, it was another chance to prove himself.
Rayan's mind raced as he moved to prepare. He checked his sword, its worn iron edge polished and ready, and tightened his leather armor around his chest and shoulders. Each strap felt heavier than the last, a tangible reminder of the responsibility he carried. Pain still lingered in his side, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the path ahead.
The group left the guild hall together, moving through the mist-laden streets toward the edge of the city. The morning air was crisp, the fog curling around the rooftops like wisps of smoke. Rayan fell into step beside the adventurers, listening as they discussed their plan. Some spoke of strategy, others of terrain, but Rayan's mind was centered on one thought survival and proving himself.
Hours of travel passed, the mist slowly lifting to reveal the untamed wilderness beyond the city walls. The forest loomed ahead, dark and dense, every tree a shadow against the pale light. The adventurers slowed, eyes sharp, weapons at the ready. Rayan felt the familiar tension settle in his shoulders, a combination of fear, focus, and adrenaline.
Finally, the lead adventurer spoke, breaking the quiet. "The wolves are near. Keep your wits about you, and stay in formation. They're fast and cunning, and they won't hesitate to attack."
Rayan nodded, tightening his grip on his sword. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the only sounds the distant call of birds and the soft rustle of leaves. Then, movement fast, low, and predatory emerged from the underbrush. Eyes glinting in the dim light, the wolves appeared, snarling and baring teeth.
The battle began with a roar of motion. Rayan moved instinctively, blocking strikes, parrying claws, and delivering careful cuts. Every motion was a test of precision, of training, of instinct. The wolves were aggressive, coordinated, and unrelenting. Pain flared in his side, a sharp reminder of past mistakes, but he pushed it aside, focusing on each attack, each dodge.
The fight was brutal. Wolves teeth flashing, claws scraping against armor. Rayan parried and struck, relying on skill, instinct, and the lessons he had painfully learned.
Time blurred as the battle raged. Sweat mixed with blood, and the ground became churned mud beneath the clash of weapons and claws. Rayan's arms trembled with exertion, muscles burning, but he refused to falter. One misstep could be fatal, and he would not let it be.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, the wolves were subdued. The adventurers exchanged nods, their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion. Rayan felt the sting of fresh scratches, the soreness of old wounds, but also a quiet satisfaction. He had survived. He had fought well. And he had learned.
"Good work," the lead adventurer said, clapping him on the back. "You handled yourself well out there. But make sure you get that side looked at you're bleeding more than you think."
Rayan shook his head, brushing off the concern. "I'll be fine. The city's close. I'll see the doctor there."