Rayven stepped back, letting the Guildmaster and his staff take over the crisis response.
He had no illusions about his current capabilities, an Adept Mage with a single Rare-Spell wasn't going to tip the scales against an Alpha-Rank threat.
Still, he didn't leave immediately.
He lingered near the entrance, watching the movement as Warren issued orders and runners were dispatched.
He watched as maps were unrolled, various communicators activated, and the guild's emergency protocols kicked into gear.
It was really happening this time…
'An Alpha-Rank Beast…'
That meant the dungeon wasn't something a small city like Hesa could handle.
They barely had any Gold Rank Adventurers on their side.
Furthermore, the Mages in this city were mostly Initiate Mages and some Adept Mages.
There were only about a dozen or so Arcanists, and as for Exemplars or Tier 4 Mages, there were probably one or two of them within the Mage Association.
