~OmniscientThe castle was quieter than usual that morning. Not peaceful—just quiet. The raid on the Drogath’s camp was successful, no one had expected that after the forces they saw at the Drogath’s disposal. The smell of iron still clung to the air, carried in on the soldiers returning from the valley.Laurent walked at the center of them. The men trailing him spoke in hushed voices, half pride, half disbelief. They left him in the camp and somehow he survived. He didn’t only survive but took down the whole camp. Just what kind of person was he?Katya led them through the gate, and the guards lining the walls watched in open awe. Word had already spread—how the Drogath forge had been turned to ash overnight. How their champion, the beast with skin like steel, had fallen.Inside the hall, torches burned low. The council was waiting.The general rose first, his expression caught between suspicion and respect. “You did it.”Laurent didn’t answer. He stood at the center of the chamber,

~OmniscientThe night burned.From the balcony of the Varukh stronghold, Laurent watched the city lights flicker — then vanish. It was sight very different what he saw at his side of earth. He stopped to wonder for a moment just where in the world he was. He knew he was sent to different places for his missions but he never actually stopped to think if those places could be found on the map. Maybe among the places inhabited by only monsters. A second later, the sound of explosion interrupted his thoughts. The colour of orange and black swallowing the distant rooftops. The shockwave rolled through the air, rattling the glass behind him.Katya burst into the room, breathless, her armor half-fastened. “They’re here—the Drogath are retaliating! We have to do something before any more lives are lost.”Laurent stood. The light from the fire outside painted his face in shifting crimson. “Get your people ready for war,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”Katya didn’t argue. She turned and ran.––

~LaurentThe portal spat me out with a sound like tearing silk.I landed on solid ground again, boots crunching the familiar gravel path that led to Denzel’s front porch. The night air here was cooler, quieter — the hum of street lamps replacing the dying roar of war. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the silence press against me. I was back where I was supposed to be. That was nothing more than a side quest. No need to get attached.A bright light came into my vision, interrupting my thoughts.[UPDATED STATS: Laurent Draven]— Level 60 —Strength: 330Agility: 250Endurance: 220Perception: 180Intelligence: 115Skills:Shadow StepShadow CloakBlood SurgeFang BiteClaw ManifestationBat’s AgilityBlood SenseShadow DominionBlood CloneShadow PrisonHemokinesisEnergy ProjectionBlood BerserkWeapons:Fang & TalonVermilion EdgeGorath’s ChainfangEclipseraEreval (Crimson Rapier) (New)Obtained Items:Wyrm CoreMirrored FragmentEreval: A light weight saber whose slashes l

~LaurentThe forest was alive with sound — snapping twigs, the rush of breath, the steady rhythm of pursuit. The monster moved fast, a blur of motion between branches, claws scraping bark. Denzel’s lightning illuminated the dark in short, fierce bursts as we ran, shadows leaping and twisting in the flashes.“Left!” I shouted.He veered just as the creature dropped from above, landing where he’d been a moment earlier. The ground split under its weight.“Persistent bastard, isn’t it?” Denzel panted, sparks dancing around his hands.“It’s running,” I said, low. “Means it’s hurt.”“Then we better finish it off before it recovers.”We picked up speed. The forest thinned, the trees pulling back to reveal a slope that dropped sharply into an open pit. The monster didn’t hesitate — it leapt straight in. The sound of cracking stone echoed below.Denzel stopped at the edge, peering down into the dark. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”“Unfortunately,” I said, and jumped.Denzel jumped in shortl

~LaurentThe porch light of Denzel’s house cut through the wet night like an apology; the warm pool of lamplight made the yard look safer than it was. We set the bundles down without ceremony—Kendrix and Denzel hauling limp shapes, Ciela walking with a jitter that made me think the adrenaline hadn’t left her. The bodies were heavy, the cloth and blood and broken bone whispering between us like something that shouldn’t be touched.Ivelle was at the door before we reached the steps, hair in a messy knot, face bright with concern and a relief that made her eyes shine. “You’re back,” she breathed. She stepped forward and then froze when she saw the new faces.Ciela was already ahead of me; she moved with that practical, quick air she gets when there’s a problem that needs fixing. She glanced at Ivelle and then looked at me. “Who is she?” she asked quietly.I didn’t want to tell the truth. Lies are sometimes the only clean thing left. “My cousin,” I said. It came out like a fact. I could s