Peace is a fragile thing. It sits lightly on the edge of a blade, waiting for the slightest tremor to send it bleeding into chaos.
While Aiden's world basked in a rare calm—the soft warmth of victory, the quiet hum of new power gained—elsewhere, far from the marbled halls of Leonidus, that blade had already fallen.
The Slayer Guild — Dawn of Panic
The Slayer Guild stood at the heart of northembria's inner city, its towers of dark stone reaching into the clouds like the ribs of a god's corpse.
For centuries, it had been the silent guardian of humanity—the shield against the things that slithered beneath earth and sky. But tonight, those same walls trembled.
Within the Guild's council chamber, light flickered from crystal torches that lined the room's circular expanse.
Shadows danced across faces etched with worry, anger, and age. The five elders of the Guild—each a name whispered in both reverence and fear—had gathered for an emergency meeting.
