The guild master's offer was an opportunity he hadn't even dared to dream of, he didn't want to be the king's puppet anymore. "I accept," Ben stated firmly, his voice resonating with determination. "I will do everything in my power to protect the guild and its members. Together, we shall face any challenges that come our way." The guild master's smile grew wider, his eyes shining with renewed hope. "Welcome back, Sorcerer Ben," he declared. "The guild is grateful to have you, and I, for one, am eager to witness the magic you possess, I will keep your presence hidden S rank, you have my word." As Ben embraced his role, he couldn't help but realize that his return had sparked not only his own rebirth but a resurgence of hope and purpose within the guild itself. The journey ahead might be treacherous, but armed with his unparalleled abilities and the trust of his comrades, Ben was ready to face it head-on and prove that not all legends were destined to remain in the past, standing in the guild master's office, alive and well. The guild master's eyes narrowed for a moment as he observed Ben's features, searching for any signs of deception. It was clear that he was trying to make sense of the impossible - how the renowned sorcerer, supposedly consumed by the dragon's flames, was now before him. The guild master paused, a spark of realization flashed across the guild master's face. "Your eyes," he muttered softly, eyeing the distinct shade of emerald green that glimmered with an otherworldly magic. "They've always been a mark of your power, impossible to recreate." Ben nodded, confirming the guild master's suspicions. "Yes, it is truly me," he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I was gravely wounded in my battle with the dragon, but with the help of ancient healing techniques and a stroke of luck, I managed to survive." The guild master's initial shock melted away, replaced by a mix of awe and relief. "The tales of your demise were greatly exaggerated, my friend," he chuckled. "But tell me, what happened after the dragon's fiery assault? Why did you choose to disappear?" Ben's gaze turned distant as he recalled the aftermath of his supposedly fatal encounter. "After the battle, I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I needed time to heal not just my body, but my spirit as well," he explained. "I wandered far and wide, seeking solitude and delving deeper into the mysteries of magic. I yearned to understand its intricacies, to harness the true nature of my powers." The guild master nodded, his expression one of understanding and respect. "And now, after all these years, you've returned. What is it that brings you back to us, Ben?" With newfound resolve, Ben met the guild master's gaze. "I've come back to fulfill my purpose," he declared. "To protect the realm from the darkness that has been steadily encroaching, threatening the very balance of our world. I no longer wish to remain hidden, but instead use my abilities for the greater good." A flicker of pride shone in the guild master's eyes. "Your loyalty and dedication to our cause have never waivered," he said warmly. "You were always the one destined to bear the weight of our hopes and face the perils that lie ahead." As the guild master spoke those words, a sense of belonging and purpose surged within Ben. The weight of his mystic power and the responsibility that accompanied it felt empowering rather than burdensome. It was in that moment that he realized his return to the guild was not merely a reunion, but a homecoming. "I accept your call, Guild Master," Ben responded, his voice steady and filled with determination. "I vow to utilize my powers to protect our guild, our realm, and all that we stand for." The guild master's smile widened, and he extended a hand towards Ben. "Welcome back, Sorcerer Ben," he said with conviction. "Your presence will undoubtedly reinvigorate us all. Together, we shall face the challenges that lie ahead and restore peace to our land."Just as they ended their meeting, a guild lady abruptly interrupted their conversation. Meanwhile, Ben had a visitor of his own - the friend he had been waiting for had finally arrived. It was almost dawn and the sun cast long shadows across the guild's courtyard, a tall figure emerged from the gate. Clad in a traveler's cloak and carrying a staff, the mysterious stranger stood before the adventurer, introducing himself as Eli, Mike's esteemed friend. Eli disguised was Rilus, the man Ben had been waiting for, possessed an air of wisdom and experience that commanded respect. It quickly became evident that his association with Mike wasn't mere happenstance - he was a seasoned adventurer, just as renowned and accomplished as his guild comrade. With a firm handshake, Eli acknowledged the adventurer's reputation, sharing tales of their shared adventures and Mike's admiration for the Ben, the newcomer's skills. He explained that he had been seeking a capable companionship for a particularly dangerous and significant quest home, and Mike had recommended the adventurer without hesitation. He told Eli it was Alsies, his old friend. Eager to assassinate Alsies, the adventurer listened intently as Mike outlined the details of the mission. It involved delving deep into an ancient forest, rumored to be filled with treacherous traps, and powerful creatures. As their conversation continued, Mike felt a growing sense of camaraderie with Eli. The shared stories, tips, and experiences they exchanged sparked an undeniable connection, one born from their mutual love for adventure and the thrill of the unknown. With an understanding forged, the adventurer agreed to accompany Ben on this perilous quest. The prospect of facing insurmountable challenges alongside such a seasoned companion excited him, fueling his determination to succeed in his quest. Soon after Ben walked in from the guild master.The encounter between Ben, and his newly arrived friend, Rilus, took an unexpected turn. Ben found himself facing Rilus, who greeted him with familiarity and excitement. However, Ben was caught off guard because he had no recollection of ever encountering Rilus before. Despite his confusion, Ben instinctively played along, pretending to know and recognize Rilus. He exchanged pleasantries and engaged in conversation, hoping that his lack of knowledge about their supposed relationship wouldn't be too apparent. Inside, Ben was desperately trying to recall any information about Rilus, but his mind remained frustratingly blank. As the conversation continued, Rilus spoke with urgency, informing Ben that he needed to come with him to his home. However, Rilus couldn't reveal the reason why it was so important. Ben's curiosity grew, along with a sense of apprehension. The absence of explanation left him torn between trusting Rilus and questioning the validity of the request. Despite the uncertainty, something about Rilus's demeanor conveyed sincerity and urgency. Rilus seemed sincere in his intention to help, even if he couldn't fully disclose the details. Ben pondered his options, caught between a desire to maintain his current commitments and a nagging curiosity about Rilus's cryptic situation, to a home he didn't know. After a moment of contemplation, Ben made a decision. He would trust his friend and follow him, despite the lack of information. Their friendship and the urgent tone in Rilus's voice outweighed his reservations. It was a leap of faith driven by a sense of loyalty and an understanding that sometimes trust and the unknown must go hand in hand.With a final glance back at the guild master, Ben nodded to Rilus, indicating his willingness to go with him. The sight of Ben, the sorcerer presumed dead, standing in their midst, had added an unexpected twist to the day's events.