Becoming Nameless Heroes

That night, Orario seemed as though it had been frozen beneath the sky, unusually calm.

There was no wind, no clouds, and no clamor. Only a bright moon hung silently in the night sky, spilling moonlight over the land.

The bustle within Orario had also unknowingly come to a halt. It was as if everyone could sense something stirring in the darkness, as though something momentous was happening somewhere beyond their sight. People either retreated into their homes or hurried off the streets, leaving the avenues strangely quiet.

Yet in Daedalus Street, in the southeastern district of the city that had already been sealed off by the Guild, an unseen commotion had arisen.

"Move it! Bring over more spare weapons!"

"All members of the First Unit, gather here!"

"The operation is about to begin! Get your hands moving!"

"You there! Stop chatting! Focus! What comes next will decide life or death!"

Amid repeated shouts, batches of fully armed adventurers and support personnel carrying supplies entered Daedalus Street, converging on the enormous hole occupied by Green Flesh. A grim, warlike atmosphere spread through the air.

The adventurers of the various Familias that had answered the Guild's summons and joined the upcoming Artificial Labyrinth assault under the Loki Familia's command appeared one after another. In a mighty procession, they advanced toward the area surrounding the giant hole and formed their ranks.

Some wore grave expressions as they made their final preparations. Some carried supplies, bringing carts into view one after another. Others used magic and similar methods to attack the Green Flesh pouring out of the hole, clearing it away and opening a path toward the depths of the Artificial Labyrinth.

As the leaders of this operation, the Loki Familia was naturally among them.

A comical jester flag had been planted atop