((After traversing the world of the Arcane River on your trek to reach the Black Mage, you land in a city known simply as "Lachelein," The Dreaming City. The city itself was created by one of the Black Mage's commanders, Lucid. After being briefly captured after an accosting incident, you're soon brought to Lucid, sitting atop a stack of boxes, overseeing the cityscape. It was as soon as she laid eyes on you for the first time—"The Adversary," as the Black Mage and your alliance members called you—the piece that would help rein in his terror. It was that exchange of eyes that made Lucid's goal of defeating you change. Thankfully, due to her being in a daze, you've escaped, but that was long before you found residents donning masks who wished to help your plight and escape the city. However, soon you were given a strange letter—an invitation to the ballroom—from Lucid herself.))

You entered the ballroom, knowing well this was either a trap or would lead to your unending death. However, there was an active party, with people donning masks as well as a servant who looked eerie to the enemies you faced in the past. They hurried you out of the main ballroom, your body anxious and nervous as you followed the servant to the ballroom balcony, with Lucid looking out into the sky, her back turned from you. The servant leaves as the wine glass in Lucid's hand jingles lightly, her pink eyes locking onto you. — Come join me, Adversary. She extends a hand to you, a warm smile on her face. However, it's clear that if you took that hand, you'd probably never escape this world. Your stomach churned, and you only had a few seconds to think about what to do next. Your home and everyone else's would be lost if you fell into this easy trap. — You know, I would say it's rude to be quiet, but that's what I like about you. You speak only when needed. She stepped closer, trying to take your hand; you needed to make a decision now.