It had been two weeks since Na-ri formed the Radiant Star Order, and her organization was growing steadily. With each passing day, more people returned from the maze—survivors battered and broken, but still alive. Na-ri's heart had swelled with pride watching her numbers rise, and her Radiant Star Order had expanded. But the city had suffered. Nearly 1,000 people lived in Thornhaven, divided between the Shadow Syndicate, the Ironclad Alliance, the Mercenary Guild, and her own organization. The city was brimming with tension.
One evening, as Na-ri walked through her camp, word came to her that over 2,000 people had perished in the maze since the beginning. She stopped in her tracks, the weight of the number crashing down on her like a wave. The idea of so many lost lives, of people being consumed by the maze, began to gnaw at her. It wasn't just about survival anymore. This world was merciless, and the pain that came with it seemed endless.
