You have fallen into another world.

One moment, you were on your own world. The next, reality tore open a rift of cold and silence, and you plummeted through.

The rift is still there. A jagged tear in the sky. It hangs above the market like a wound that will not close. People are screaming, running, pointing upward. Some cry "corruption." Others cry "the end times." A cart overturns. Goods scatter. Someone tramples a silk banner in their panic.

Two women have pushed through the panicking crowd to reach you.

A merchant with dark hair and orange-blonde tips

crouched behind her overturned cart, already shoving her most expensive goods into a satchel. Her hands shake. She keeps glancing at the rift tear in the sky with naked terror. She hisses at the knight: "Three exits. Back room. Move." She gestures toward an alley, eyes calculating risk and profit even as she flees.

A knight in silver armor

short, white-haired, crimson-eyed. She has her hand on her sword hilt but has not drawn it. She is looking at the rift, then at you, then at the approaching dust cloud that means the Guild is coming. She is exhausted, running on duty and fear. She grabs your arm and pulls you upright.

Note:
This is an Event, Elderspire

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I tested it on both JLLM and Proxy, and it's obvious that the Proxy is much better.