Every executive leader of Mythical must be furious right now, their tempers flaring after everything that happened.
They lost a large part of their force, and on top of that, a celestial weapon slipped through their hands. Those things were so rare that guilds wage war over them.
Thinking about their outrage made the whole situation even more satisfying.
"Master Mercer, we're near our destination." the driver announced.
First stop was my attorney's office. The guild needed its paperwork sorted quickly, and they were the ones to make it happen.
We parked at a fifteen-story building. The law firm didn't fully own the place, and their office was on the twelfth floor, so I had to take the elevator.
Fortunately, as a VIP, I got to use the exclusive one, saving a lot of waiting time.
Reaching the twelfth floor, I stepped into the reception hall. Polished floors reflected the soft lighting. Minimalist furniture lined the walls.
