After the fierce battle against the demons, a heavy silence settled over the Rift. The scars on the land mirrored the unease in Hassan's heart. The sacred tree had protected them, but its light was fading, and so was the calm.
That evening, as the Guild gathered to assess the damage and tend to the wounded, Hassan felt a strange pull—a whisper in the wind that seemed to call him back to forgotten places and buried memories.
Unable to ignore it, Hassan retreated to his family's old homestead at the edge of the Rift. The worn walls held echoes of laughter and secrets, but beneath them lay something darker.
In the dusty attic, he uncovered a hidden chest carved with ancient symbols—Mahamat family sigils long thought lost. Inside were scrolls, ritual tools, and faded portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to pierce through time.
As Hassan unrolled a scroll, a vision overtook him: rituals performed to bind dark forces, sacrifices made to protect the land, and a terrible price paid by his bloodline. The Mahamat family had been guardians against an ancient evil tied to the Rift itself—a legacy Hassan had inherited without knowing.
The revelation shook him to his core. The demons' attack was not random; it was a resurgence of a curse his ancestors had struggled to contain.
With newfound understanding, Hassan realized that protecting the Rift meant confronting his past, embracing his heritage, and awakening the powers buried within his blood.
He returned to the Guild determined to share his discovery and prepare for the trials ahead. The Rift was not just a place of magic and farming—it was a battleground where the fate of many realms would be decided.