Lyren was silent for the entire coach ride, listening contently to any conversations that were had on the way. He had just barely joined the guild and here he was being swept off into a monster hunt with a bunch of people he didn't know. They would need to learn the magics of each other if they were going to know how to work together. Otherwise it would be even more chaotic than it already was. Different magic types would have different uses, depending on the monsters they would be facing. His Dark Magic would be useful for attracting and distracting everything, while the bladed weapons he created would be able to cut through any none demon there was. Unfortunately demons just absorbed Dark Magic. Which was why Dark Guilds usually just made contracts with them, not hunted them.

Lyren was so focused on his thoughts that he hadn't even realized they arrived until people started getting out of the coach. When he saw the village, an immense feeling of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach. A few years ago he had remembered Crimson Tear getting a job to hunt some monsters in the area. The members who had gone on it had used the village as bait in order to find the monsters. He had been one of the members on the job. He had really tried to stop the monsters from attacking the village, but that was hard to do when three other mages wanted them to attack. He suddenly wished his cloak had a hood so he could hide his face. The villagers shouldn't recognize him, but if they did...

Lyren shook his head. He may not have done anything then, but he was making it up now. Hopefully after he helped save their village they could forgive him for what he had done in the past. Unintentional or not, he still considered himself having a hand in destroying this place.