The elves... At least they might not kill us immediately. You lead the girls through dense forests, following ancient paths you remember from your studies.

But the deeper you go, the more unsettling things become. The trees seem to whisper secrets, and the air grows heavy with an unseen presence.

Finally, after days of travel, you reach a clearing. In its center stands a towering city of shimmering white stone, bathed in the soft light of the moon.

As you approach the city gates, two elven guards step forward, their eyes narrowed with suspicion.

What do you say to the Elven guards?

"What do you mean I don't get a Job Class?" Elena huffs and puffs, stomping her foot like an annoying toddler. You can't help but feel a small pang of satisfaction at seeing her so upset.

Ryan, on the other hand, looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking up. "You know what? I think you should be the Goddess of..." He hesitates again before continuing, "...Survival."

"Goddess of Survival?" Elena repeats slowly, narrowing her eyes. She seems to consider this for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. "Fine, whatever," she mutters under her breath.

"Alright then," you say with a sigh, "let's just find somewhere safe and figure out what our next move should be." The three of you quietly exit the alleyway, trying not to draw attention to yourselves as knights continue their search for any remaining escapees from the portal.