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The next morning, the city was alive with energy. The central plaza, where the adventurers gathered before the Sword Revenant raid, buzzed with anticipation. Merchants hawked potions and supplies, eager to make a profit before the expedition, while adventurers sharpened their weapons, adjusted their armor, and exchanged strategies.

Leon, Roman, and Roselia arrived early, still in their disguises. "Drake," with his calm and commanding presence, led the way, his silver hair catching the early sunlight. "Milly" adjusted the strap of her quiver, her sharp amber eyes scanning the gathering crowd, while "Liam" twirled his staff absentmindedly, his robes shimmering faintly in the morning light.

Brook and Yelena were already waiting near the plaza's edge, accompanied by a group of hardened adventurers—all members of the Thunder Slammers. Brook stood tall, his heavily scarred armor a testament to countless battles. Yelena leaned against a nearby pillar, her sharp gaze flicking to each new arrival as she took mental notes of the participants.

Brook raised a hand to signal the trio as they approached. "You're punctual. Good. I hope you're as ready as you claim to be."

Drake nodded, his tone steady. "We wouldn't have come otherwise."

Brook gestured toward the group of adventurers assembling behind him. "This is your team for the raid. Get familiar with them. We'll be entering the Wailing Catacombs in an hour."

Yelena stepped forward, her expression serious. "Before we move out, let me be clear. The Sword Revenant is no ordinary enemy. It's said to have retained its martial skills from life, enhanced by dark magic. Stick to your roles and don't break formation."

Milly folded her arms, a slight smirk on her lips. "Noted. I assume you've prepared countermeasures for its magic?"

Brook's jaw tightened. "As much as we can. The revenant is unpredictable, but we've stockpiled holy water and enchanted weapons. Anything else is up to us."

The trio exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the challenge ahead.

Meanwhile, the other adventurers sized them up. Whispers rippled through the group as they noted the newcomers' composed demeanor and unassuming yet formidable presence. One burly warrior with a massive battle axe sneered. "They don't look like much. Hope they can hold their own, or they'll just be dead weight."

Liam grinned and tapped his staff against the ground, causing a faint ripple of energy to flow outward. The warrior stumbled slightly, glaring at him. "Careful," Liam said, his voice light but carrying an undertone of confidence. "You might trip before we even get started."

A ripple of uneasy laughter spread through the group, diffusing some of the tension.

Brook cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Enough chatter. Gear up and be ready. We march in one hour."

The trio separated briefly to check their equipment. Drake adjusted the straps of his armor and tested the balance of his longsword, the runes on its hilt pulsing faintly. Milly inspected her throwing knives, ensuring they were perfectly aligned in their slots. Liam leaned against a nearby post, his eyes half-closed as he silently channeled mana into his staff, the crystal at its tip glowing faintly.

As the sun climbed higher, the adventurers regrouped, standing in orderly lines behind Brook and Yelena. The Thunder Slammers had managed to assemble a sizeable force, though their faces betrayed a mix of nerves and determination.

Brook stepped forward, raising his voice to address the group. "Listen up! This raid isn't for the faint of heart. The Sword Revenant isn't just a monster; it's a nightmare forged in steel and magic. We're not here to be heroes—we're here to win. Watch each other's backs, and we'll come out of this alive."

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The group murmured their agreement, their collective resolve hardening.

Drake, Milly, and Liam fell into position near the front, their disguises holding strong. As the adventurers began their march toward the Wailing Catacombs, the trio remained silent, their focus unshakable.

Roselia, under the guise of Milly, glanced at Leon as they walked. "Are you ready for this?"

Leon, in his Liam persona, gave her a confident smirk. "Always."

Roman, playing Drake, kept his gaze forward. "Stay sharp. The revenant may be the main threat, but the journey there won't be easy."

The Wailing Catacombs loomed in the distance, its dark spires silhouetted against the horizon. The air grew colder as the group approached, a palpable sense of foreboding settling over them.

Brook halted the group at the entrance, turning to face them. "This is it. Once we step inside, there's no turning back. Let's finish this."

The adventurers nodded, steeling themselves. As the doors to the catacombs creaked open, a wave of cold, unnatural air washed over them, carrying with it the faint echoes of mournful wails.

The raid had begun.

Before reaching the boss, the Sword Revenant, they first had to defeat the undead forces under its command. These included Death Knights and other powerful undead creatures, such as Liches and Arch-Liches, as described in the raid's intelligence briefing.

Despite the dangers, everyone was prepared. For Drake (Leon), this was an opportunity to showcase his mastery of swordsmanship and the combat arts he had honed. Milly (Roselia) was ready to wield the power of her Golden Archmage Legacy, which included numerous powerful spells, some of which enhanced her skills as an archer. Liam (Roman), gripping his staff, planned to test out the Blood Magic Legacy he had recently acquired.

For most adventurers, this dungeon was a harrowing challenge fraught with danger. But for the trio, it was simply an opportunity to test their newfound powers.

The raid party ventured deeper into the Wailing Catacombs, the oppressive atmosphere growing heavier with each step. The walls, carved from dark stone, were etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly, pulsating like a heartbeat. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the faint whispers of restless spirits.

Brook, at the front of the group, raised his hand to signal a halt. "We're entering the first chamber," he said, his voice low but firm. "Stay sharp. The Death Knights won't give us a warm welcome."@@novelbin@@