The towering trees of the Darkshade Highlands gave way to a sprawling expanse of open plains as Yohan returned to Harbor City. The high stone walls of the city loomed in the distance, a stark reminder of civilization's need for protection in this dangerous world. Yohan walked with a steady stride, his mind occupied with the events of the past week. His backpack bulged with materials he had painstakingly gathered: beast cores, rare herbs, and valuable hides—treasures from his battles in the Highlands.
Yohan made his way through the bustling streets to the Mercenary Guild, a large building marked by the emblem of crossed swords and a shield.
The guild hall was crowded, filled with adventurers, mercenaries, and traders. Conversations buzzed around him as deals were struck and missions discussed.
