Chapter 212: The Silver Spire
The Silver-Spire was not subtle.
It was a monolith of glass and polished steel that shot up from the center of Rolune's Financial District like a spear challenging the gods.
It dwarfed the surrounding brick-and-mortar guild halls, a testament to new money and aggressive ambition. It was the kind of building that screamed power, wealth, and a complete lack of humility.
And apparently, I owned the top three floors.
The mana-taxi glided to a halt at the curb. I stepped out, the wind of the city tugging at my Academy uniform.
Pedestrians in expensive suits hurried past, ignoring the student standing on the pavement.
I looked up.
The logo—a stylized shield that I had doodled on a napkin back in Selorn—now glimmered in massive, holographic blue light above the entrance.
"Subtle, Victor," I muttered, adjusting my bag. "Very subtle."
