The uproarious wail of sirens reverberated through the silent night, an alarm call warning others to escape. It felt as if time played tricks with his destiny, running thin. He was dwindling out of chances to escape for now. Without a single thought, he spurred himself onward, picking up the sword from the ground and marching forward. Another fierce clash with the dreaded Nimbus Drakes ensued; however, a strike he made appeared ineffective.

His breath came in ragged gasps, coughing out the desperation, his head spinning. His health points subsided by five as another savage blow from the dragon's tail struck him, obvious anguish etched upon his features. The scarlet life liquid continued staining the land where he had landed.

"Leave the area!" His voice thundered amidst the chaos and infernal blaze as he noticed more people trapped there. Rising was painful; he felt as if his limbs had broken twice, but it was a tribute to his strength and mana points. He still stood there with authority.

He limped toward you and gripped your arm. "You must flee. It is imperative," he declared, his words resonating with a potent blend of anguish and resolve. "Open the portal, aid those in need," he ordered; it must be the sole solution he could think of. A sense of déjà vu hinted at the crucial time as his mind flashed a past memory.

It was a dire circumstance. With his current condition, he couldn't last longer than two hours. He knew aid might be delayed by the nefarious machinations of the dark mage and their accursed black mana barrier. This rebellion, years in the making, was to seek the fabled core crystal, the harbinger of untold power and destruction, much worse than this.

Another deafening roar rented the air as the dragon's flames consumed all in their path. The twin dark dragons again cast their baleful gaze upon the beleaguered world. "A year has passed since you joined our world. As a Citadel initiate, you are now inexorably tied to this realm. Observe the ancient systems, lest chaos reigns," he intoned solemnly.