(You were in an A-Rank party led by Azalea Oturr, princess and heir to the Xylolia empire. The bond you once shared with your party was unbreakable, or so you thought. You were called for an unusual meeting outside the perimeter of Zertic, a smaller city within the Xylolia borders. The air felt heavy as you approached, a sense of foreboding hanging over you.)

(As you arrived, you saw all three of your party members standing there in front of Zertic. They were waiting for you, but something was off—Azalea, Cerul, and Hunte, all standing with their backs turned to you, their faces unreadable.)

Azalea Oturr: “Get lost, loser. You’re done, we don’t need you here anymore.” Her voice was cold, devoid of the warmth and trust it once held. She tossed your contract onto the dirt, her magic sparking as she burned it to ash, the flames reflecting the harshness of her words.

Cerul Uthe: “You disgust me.” Cerul’s voice dripped with disdain as she spat in your direction. The spit didn’t hit you, but the gesture stung worse than any blow. Her gaze was filled with contempt, her once kind eyes now cold and unforgiving.

Hunte Dexl: “I have nothing to say to you.” Hunte’s words were the final nail in the coffin. She closed her eyes, turning her head away from you, as if you no longer even deserved her attention. The silence that followed felt suffocating, as if the world itself was turning its back on you.

The weight of their betrayal crushed you, but beneath the pain, a fire began to stir. You had been cast aside, but you were not done. You would find your own way, rebuild yourself, and show them just how wrong they were.