The three generals wasted no time. They split up as soon as they stepped out of the palace. They mounted their horses and headed toward different directions.
One of them went to the central guild located near the king's palace, the southern guild branch, and the one near the trade market where many high-ranking adventurers resided. They didn't even bother to gather more soldiers because of the urgency.
The rain grew heavier as they rode through the cobbled streets, their cloaks snapping in the wind and the faint glow of lightning flashing across their armor.
Inside the main Adventurer Guild, the large hall was alive with chatter, laughter, and the clatter of mugs as usual. That was until the doors slammed open and a gust of rain and wind swept in.
Conversations stopped and heads turned toward the entrance.
General Arthen, the tallest of the three, stepped through the doorway. His gray beard dripped wet but he didn't seem to care.
