A week later, the city was slowly beginning to rebuild. The streets were filled with the sound of construction hammering, welding, walls being repaired. People were returning, step by cautious step, trying to reclaim their homes and lives.
Though the mission had ended in victory, a lingering fear remained.
What if another dungeon break happened? What if the nightmare returned?
The scars were still fresh.
To prevent another disaster, the city had deployed more assassins than ever before. They worked day and night, not only to keep order but to install powerful safety barriers throughout the city new defensive systems designed to detect and contain any future dungeon threats before they could reach the people.
Everywhere you looked, there were signs of both destruction and hope. Buildings were rising from rubble. Children peeked from behind their parents, watching the assassins with wide eyes half afraid, half in awe.
The city wasn't the same.
But it was alive.
