As she was about to drift off to sleep, a thunderous explosion shattered the night sky. She had grown accustomed to the distant rumbles over the past two days, but this blast was violently louder than anything before. Beside her, Malika was jolted awake, her eyes wide with panic. Looking at Galenka, she offered a reassuring nod and urged her to go back to sleep.
Driven by an irresistible curiosity, she slipped out of her tent. Nearby, the three companions assigned to the night guard still sat huddled around the crackling campfire, deep in conversation.
"I think there are many exclusive archetypes we players aren't aware of yet—ones that surpass even the Polymath," Rocco said. He paused abruptly, turning his gaze toward Galenka.
"Did you hear that sound?" she asked.
Rocco gave a grim nod.
