Chapter 159: ThunderBolt
The guild hall fell into a tense hush as everyone turned toward the entrance.
A group of adventurers strode in, their boots clattering against the wooden floorboards. At their head walked a tall swordsman, his chest puffed with pride, the polished B-rank badge gleaming on his tunic. Behind him came five teammates—bloodied and scratched, two hauling bulging sacks across their backs. The faint glimmer of metal and crystal poked through the canvas: artifacts, or at least something close.
The crowd stirred with hushed voices.
"That's Thunderbolt…"
"Look at those packs—don't tell me they actually got loot from the crack?"
"If not them, then who? They're C-rankers… and their leader, he's B-rank. Makes sense."
The swordsman let their whispers feed him. He stepped deeper into the hall, eyes sweeping over the injured like a lord looking down on beggars.
