(Black Serpents Guild Headquarters, Twin-Fang Planet, two days later)
The commotion began as a whisper.
A distant tremor in the ground.
A strange flicker of mana surging as a disheveled figure wandered toward the guild gates in tattered, bloodstained robes that no longer held shape or status.
The man looked filthy as he limped on all fours like an ape, and was covered in black grime and dried blood— his face hidden beneath a tangled beard and sunken shadows where eyes should have been.
The outer guards paused, confused.
They had never seen someone like this on Twin Fang Planet, where no beggars lived, and hence they immediately became cautious.
"Sir, you can't be here. This is Black Serpents property, please identify yourself or face detention" one barked, stepping forward, hand on his weapon.
However, the figure said nothing in response.
The guard raised his voice. "Last warning. Identify yourself or be detained—!"
And then came the flash.
Not of light, but of death.
