The figure doesn't budge. I run through it, learning that it was an illusion, and continue along my route.
Roars, screeches, and quakes ring out from the scene of the battle. Brilliant beams light up the sky. They get more intense as I close the distance, or maybe as the battle goes on.
After some time, the racket comes to a sudden stop. I march on.
In the distance, a group comes into view.
"Oi! Didn't you get the message? The guild wants everyone to return!"
What message? "That's what they sent me to tell you."
"We got it!"
"Why do they have to use those creepy ghosts to send messages?"
"That's just that's guy's sense of aesthetics."
"Join us, we're headed to the same place."
* * *
"Oi, is that a hellforged spear? You know those are cursed, right?"
"A Demon Infantry dropped it earlier," I reply.
"Demon Infantry, huh? That's definitely cursed. You don't feel sick or weak or anything?"
"No, it just seems like a regular spear. Is it valuable?"
"It would be, if not for the curse. You really don't feel anything?"
"It's a little heavy."
* * *
After a long march, we arrive at the guild. They go to the counter first, and I wash my hands and sit down for a meal. A loud "WHAT" from the counter turns my head to see the clerk showing them a bestiary.