The World Quest notification did not just change the game; it shattered the board. In every hunter guild hall, in every royal court, in every mercenary tavern across the globe, a singular, electrifying frenzy took hold. Y'ha-nthlei.
The name, once a whispered legend, a ghost story told to frighten recruits, was now a tangible destination. The promise of an S-Rank Faction Title and a Divine-Grade reward was a lure so potent it transcended old rivalries and political boundaries. It was a gold rush, and the entire world was stampeding towards the claim.
In the command center of Asylum, the atmosphere was thick with a tension that was part excitement and part dread. On the main tactical map, icons representing dozens of major factions began to move, their projected paths all converging on a single point off the southern coast—the location of the newly risen city.
