"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The room was dimly lit, tucked deep into the back of the Assassin’s Guild. The air held a tense hum, the kind of silence that came before something life-changing. There were about five hundred people packed into the hall, each face marked with uncertainty—humans and demi-humans alike, young and old, male and female. Many clutched worn bags or held small children close, their gazes flicking warily around the room.

The guild master stood with arms crossed near the far wall. He raised a brow as Seraphis appeared in the center of the room, magic still humming faintly around her.

“Huh. You’re back,” he said with a slight smirk. “These are the people you asked for. All looking for a new place, just like you said.”

Seraphis nodded as she took in the crowd. Her voice was calm, steady, and carried effortlessly through the room. “Good.”

She stepped forward and looked over the mass of people—hopeful faces, cautious eyes. Many of them had clearly been through hard times. Their clothes were worn, their expressions wary. Some clutched the hands of loved ones. Others stood alone, waiting.

Then she spoke, her voice firm but warm. “Hello, everyone. My name is Seraphis.”

The room quieted instantly.

“I know many of you might be suspicious. Maybe even scared,” she continued, her white eyes scanning the gathered crowd. “But there’s nothing to fear. Not anymore. How about… I show you your new home?”

With a single snap of her fingers, a pulse of silver light surged through the room.

The world around them blurred for an instant.

Then—

They were standing outside.

A gentle breeze flowed through tall trees, and the smell of fresh earth and mountain air filled their lungs. Before them stood a large, majestic gate—its arch carved from white stone, with intricate designs of stars and a radiant moon etched into its face. Beyond the gate stretched a beautiful town nestled under a wide sky, its stone roads gleaming and buildings shimmering with light enchantments and charm.

The newcomers stared in stunned silence.

Before them, standing with hands on hips and a bright grin on her face, was Lysara—the playful wind spirit in her human form. Her long silver-blue hair drifted in the breeze, and her eyes sparkled like the skies above.

“Oh! You’re back,” Lysara called out as Seraphis appeared. “And I see you brought the people.”

Seraphis nodded. “I did.”

Lysara turned to the crowd and waved them forward. “Alright, everybody—follow me!”

The group, still wide-eyed and silent, began to move as one. They stepped through the gate, entering the streets of Moonlight Town. Smooth cobblestone paths curved between charming homes with flower boxes in the windows. Small fountains flowed with sparkling water. Trees lined the roads, and lamp posts stood with gentle orbs of magic light already glowing faintly in preparation for dusk.

As they walked, hushed whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

“It’s beautiful…”
“Are those enchanted lights?”
“This place feels… safe.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Seraphis turned and smiled. “Welcome to Moonlight Town.”

A young cat demi-human woman in the front raised her hand timidly.

“Yes?” Seraphis asked, her tone kind.

The girl stepped forward slightly, her tail twitching. “My name is Yuria, and I have a question… Why is it called Moonlight Town? It’s currently daylight, right?”

Seraphis chuckled softly. “Yes, it is daytime right now. But once night falls, the moon rises high above this valley. And when it does… it shines so brightly it feels like the whole town is bathed in silver. The streets glow, the rooftops gleam—it’s magical. It’s a sight you’ll never forget.”

Yuria looked around, smiling faintly. “It’s quite lovely already…”

“Good,” Seraphis said. “Now—everyone, please line up.”

She turned and pointed to the center of town, where three tall pillars of crystal rose from the earth. She snapped her fingers once more, and the crystals lit up with gentle hums of magic.

From the light, three large holograms formed above the plaza, each displaying a different coin.

The first was bronze, with an engraving of a lone island.
The second was silver, bearing the image of a ship cutting through stormy waters.
The third glowed gold and held the image of a white raven soaring through the sky.

“This is our currency,” Seraphis said, gesturing upward. “Bronze is used for daily goods—food, basic services. Silver is used for trade, travel, and profession work. Gold is for national dealings, high-end services, and contracts.”

The people murmured in awe as they stared at the coins.

“As new residents, each of you will receive 2,000 silvers,” she said. “You’ll also get a resident card—your proof of identity and rights within this kingdom.”

Murmurs turned to gasps.

“You’ll all be assigned housing. If you’re alone, you’ll receive a one-bedroom. If you’re with a family, you’ll get a larger home—just to keep things fair for everyone. You can choose your home, so don’t worry.”

She continued, “Also—if you are elderly or disabled

Now she clapped her hands lightly. A large parchment appeared in the air and rolled itself out beside her, suspended in magic.

“Everyone, please line up,” she said. “Those who can read and write, line up on the left.”

She gestured left.

“Those who cannot, line up on the right.”

She gestured right.

The crowd began to shift, organizing themselves as instructed.

“For those of you who can read and write,” she continued, “please write down your name, age, how many people are in your household, whether you are elderly or disabled, and finally—what your specialty is. That way we can get you matched to jobs as soon as possible.”

She turned to Lysara. “Can you handle the ones who can read and write?”

Lysara saluted playfully. “Aye aye, Captain! I’ll get them sorted.”

Seraphis nodded, then turned to the other group—the ones unsure, scared, or uneducated.

“And for the rest of you,” she said, her tone softening, “don’t worry. I’ll help each of you personally. No one’s getting left behind.”

A quiet breeze passed through the square as Moonlight Town welcomed its first official citizens.

And above the town, the sky began to shift toward dusk. The moon was not yet visible—but its promise hung in the air, silver and eternal.

A new beginning had begun.