Silence enveloped the Adventurer Guild Hall. It wasn't the serene quiet of restraint or discipline; it was a stunned, hollow silence that followed something earth-shattering, leaving everyone unsure if they were still breathing or had slipped into a dream from which they hadn't yet awakened.
Every eye in the hall was wide open. Every mouth was frozen mid-breath. Shock rolled through the room like a tangible wave, crashing into every Adventurer, every mercenary, every soul present.
None of them could fully grasp what they were witnessing. Their minds rejected it outright, scrambling for explanations that refused to materialize.
Their Guildmaster. That lazy man who lounged behind his desk as if life itself were an inconvenience. The shameless fellow who teased children, haggled over fees, and always seemed on the verge of dozing off.
That petty, annoying, ordinary Guildmaster whom many had mistakenly assumed was just an unremarkable mortal hiding behind a desk.
