"Yes, but with them around, there's always a bit more hope." The thin old man took a sip of wine, his eyes unfocused, as if he had already foreseen countless possibilities.
"Don't forget, legendary treasures are often accompanied by endless dangers," the traveler in the tattered hat warned, his words causing a murmur in the tavern and adding a touch of unease to everyone's hearts.
Just as everyone's spirits were high, the tavern door was pushed open again, and this time a young man carrying a bag entered. His face was full of exhaustion and urgency. He went straight to the table where everyone was and asked desperately, "Excuse me, which way did those heroes go? I must find them; I have important news to convey."
“Young man, speak slowly,” the old man reassured him, his eyes scanning the young man back and forth as if assessing his credibility.
"I am a messenger from another town. A strange phenomenon has occurred there: an ancient star map has appeared in the sky. According to our elders, it is a sign pointing to a key clue to the power of harmony. But at the same time, a shadow lurks on the edge, seemingly searching for the same secret." The young man finished speaking in one breath, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, clearly indicating that his journey had been arduous.
These words caused another uproar in the tavern, with people whispering among themselves, shocked by the sudden news.
"Shadow?! This is no joke." The burly man clenched his fists, his expression grim.
"It seems that the power of harmony not only attracts the power of light, but darkness is also stirring." The artist pushed up his glasses, his gaze piercing through the noise of the tavern, as if he could already see the magnificent painting about to unfold.
“Those heroes, what they need most right now is information and support.” The young girl suddenly stood up, her eyes shining with determination. “If I could, I would also like to contribute to this great cause.”
"Great! Even though we're just ordinary people, we can still lend a hand in crucial moments!" The burly man slammed his hand on the table, his pride overflowing. Those around him were also infected by his enthusiasm and expressed their willingness to contribute their share.
At that moment, several shooting stars streaked across the night sky outside, seemingly foreshadowing some extraordinary encounter. Inside the tavern, the old man stroked his beard, his gaze profound: "Children, everything in this world has its order. Heroes fight on the front lines, while we must secure the rear, deliver hope, and protect everyone on this land."
"Then what are we waiting for?" The traveler put on his hat, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. "Perhaps everyone has a hero's dream hidden in their heart, and now is the time to make it a reality."
As these words fell, everyone in the tavern stood up. Although they were just ordinary people, in this cosmic-level contest, each of them had their own role and mission.
"Let's go, let's face this unprecedented challenge in our own ways." The old man was the last to leave the tavern. His back looked particularly resolute in the night wind, as if telling the world that even in the darkest moments, there are always people willing to light the way and guide the way forward.
"Yes, let's go! For that unknown yet destined glory!" The young man nodded emphatically, tightened his backpack, and his eyes burned with an unprecedented determination.
They stepped out of the tavern, the moonlight casting long shadows on the cobblestones, illuminating their resolute figures. Passersby on both sides of the street, drawn by their imposing presence, involuntarily stopped and began to murmur amongst themselves.
"Look at those people, they look like they're going to do something big," a groceries vendor muttered, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, have you heard? It's related to some kind of harmonious power; even the shadows have appeared." Upon hearing this, the blacksmith next to him put down his hammer, his expression grave.
"Shadow...that's a legendary existence. This world is about to change." A woman holding a child whispered. The child blinked his big eyes, curiously watching the group's departing figures.
As they walked through the town, whispers rose in their wake at every turn. The people's eyes held a mixture of worry and anticipation, as if they were bystanders witnessing a turning point in history.
Finally, the group arrived at the edge of town, where there was an open space that appeared exceptionally tranquil under the night sky. The young man stopped and turned to look at the group: "Fellow travelers, though we do not carry swords, we have fire in our hearts. The road ahead may be filled with unknowns and dangers, but we are here to protect our homeland and safeguard the power of harmony."
"Well said!" The burly man swung his arm forcefully, his voice booming, "As long as we're here, those shadows won't get away with it so easily!"
The young girl smiled and looked up at the starry sky: "And that mysterious ancient star map will surely guide us to the answer."
At this moment, the artist who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke up: "Perhaps, true art is about using our actions to create magnificent paintings in such times."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere became lively. Just then, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it an unusual aura.
"What is that?" The traveler suddenly became alert and pointed to the woods not far away, where a faint light could be seen.
"Not good, the shadows are closing in!" The old man narrowed his eyes, his expression serious.
"Prepare for battle!" the burly man roared, charging forward first, followed without hesitation by the others. An unknown battle was about to unfold.
Just as they approached the grove, preparing to meet the challenge, a long and mysterious song drifted from the woods. The song seemed to possess a magical power, bringing peace to the heart while keeping them on guard.
"Singing?! Is it from the elves?" The young man was surprised, but even more so, delighted.
"The power of harmony is truly beginning to manifest; even the elves have been drawn here," the old man murmured to himself, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
“We are not alone; everything is moving along a certain trajectory.” The traveler took off his hat, his eyes filled with both awe and anticipation.
"Then let us listen to the song and see what miracles fate has prepared for us." The young girl's voice rang out softly, like a clear spring nourishing the heart.
As soon as they finished speaking, they took a deep breath and stepped hand in hand into the dark, unknown forest. Under the moonlight, their figures gradually disappeared, leaving only their firm footsteps and the increasingly clear, mysterious song echoing in the night sky.
"This world is truly full of endless possibilities." In the distance, an old businessman passing by sighed, watching their backs with his eyes sparkling with boundless imagination for the future.
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