The morning sun cast long, amber rays across the cobblestone plaza of the frontier city, illuminating the bustling entrance of the grand Adventurer Guild hall.
Armed mercenaries, seasoned spellcasters, and anxious guild receptionists hurried across the marble lobby, their hushed conversations dominated by grim rumors of the catastrophic Spider Gate in the northern crags.
The front double doors of the guild hall swung inward with a smooth, resonant creak, drawing the immediate attention of dozens of armed veterans resting in the lounge.
Hajin stepped across the threshold, his transformed appearance commanding the room with an undeniable aura of aristocratic authority and unyielding power.
His snow-white hair, interwoven with shimmering streaks of deep azure blue, caught the morning light beneath his traveler's cloak.
