"Black Lotus Guild?" Tower Lord Mathew's voice broke the silence, sharp and disbelieving. His pupils contracted violently as recognition struck him.
Why were they here? How did they know of this place?
He clenched his fists, his mind racing. The Black Lotus Guild wasn't a minor faction that could be dismissed or silenced easily. They were assassins, shadows that spread across the Middle Domain, feared by many forces, families, and even some big guilds.
They were neutral, they sold their blades for coin, but they were also infamous for knowing secrets they were never supposed to know.
And if the elders of the Black Lotus Guild had come here personally, masked and cloaked, all of them at the Divine Rank…
Tower Lord Mathew's heart sank like a stone.
This wasn't just a coincidence. This was a death knell.
