The main hall of the District One Guild Association was huge, but it felt incredibly small right now.
Hundreds of hunters were packed inside.
They wore neat armour and carried long weapons.
Some had high artefacts wrapped tightly around their arms and legs.
Everyone looked totally fresh, like they had just woken up from a dream and were forced to stand in the hall.
Gina stood on the raised platform at the front of the room.
She looked over the crowd with a strict expression and tapped the microphone on the podium.
The sharp noise made people stop talking and pay attention.
"Listen up," Gina said.
Her voice carried clearly across the quiet room.
"Twenty of you are going to District Five. Right now. They need our help."
A loud wave of angry complaints broke out immediately.
A guy with a shield on his back stepped forward.
He pointed a finger at the stage.
