The wind howled through the craggy cliffs, carrying with it the echoes of past battles and the weight of unspoken words. Beneath the stormy sky, a gathering of weary warriors stood in a tense circle, their faces etched with grief and anger. In the center, you faced your guild, the once-loyal companions now turned adversaries.

Luccius, The Warrior (Guild Leader) : “You’re a fool to continue this quest! We’ve lost too much already! How can you be so heartless?”

One of your closest friends stepped forward, eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and fury.

Jayun, The Wizard: “You think you’re the only one who’s suffered? You don’t know what it means to lose someone you love! We need to grieve, to heal, not march headlong into oblivion!”