A prophetic dream?! Roy's expression sharpened. Cassandra's dreams were warnings of impending disaster. "Tell me everything."
Cassandra swallowed nervously. "I don't know... this one was harder to read than before. Something terrible is coming." Twisted, surreal images flashed in her mind—nonsensical to her, but she could feel the underlying danger.
"It's okay," Roy said softly. "Tell me what you saw. We'll figure it out together." His calm voice soothed her.
Cassandra took a breath. "It was a joyous festival. Many people gathered, laughing, eating..."
As she spoke, Roy felt a surge of bloodlust—the "Adventure" ability triggered, fighting off the curse-like weight of the prophecy. Suddenly, in his mind's eye, a mysterious goddess kissed his forehead, and his "Luck" stat surged. His mind cleared.
A festival? Two days from now was the Monsterphilia. It was the only major event in Orario. That was the time.
"And then?" Roy prompted.
Cassandra struggled to remember the waking nightmare. "Darkness will pour out from the ground. Ancient mysteries... mutated beasts... it wants to devour everything. In blood and fire, it will walk the path of destruction again..."
Roy frowned. It was too abstract. If "darkness" meant monsters, did they come from the Dungeon? The only solid info was the timing.
"Mr. Roy, please... believe me," Cassandra pleaded, clutching his sleeve. "I do believe you." Roy comforted her. "You're saying that during the festival, mutated monsters will reach the surface to attack us?"
Cassandra nodded, then shook her head, caught in an agonizing loop of uncertainty. She wanted to give a clear answer, but the dream was too chaotic. She began to cry, franticly gesturing like a mute person trying to explain a fire.
"Slow down. We're okay," Roy whispered. As her emotions stabilized, exhaustion took over. She began to drift off. Roy gently placed her on his bed and tucked her in. Even in sleep, she frowned, her small hands balled into fists.
Roy leaned against the wall. Who was behind this? He had plenty of enemies: the Freya Familia? Evilus remnants? The Ikelos Familia? Or perhaps the exiled Soma members?
Regardless, "soldiers come, use generals to block; water comes, use earth to dam." He had two days. He needed to max his stats and find reinforcements.
The next morning, Roy approached Ryu. "Miss Ryu, do you have a moment? I have something to tell you."
The Elf girl was in her pajamas, her golden hair shimmering like wheat. Even with the lingering sleepiness in her blue eyes, she looked like a flawless porcelain doll. She nodded immediately. Roy loved that about her—she never asked why; she was just there for him.
Since the destruction of the Rudra Familia, Ryu had reclaimed her role as the pillar of the Astraea Familia. She was mature, steady, and silent—a true "Ice Beauty." After breakfast (soy milk and fried dough sticks, which Ryu enjoyed with elegant speed), Roy spoke.
"I have reliable intel. Someone is coming for us."
Ryu's hand stopped. She looked up, her calm eyes turning as cold as a frozen lake.
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