The Guild's briefing room was a cluttered mess of maps, reports, and glowing orbs casting eerie light across the walls.
Luka stood near a large map of the surrounding forest, tracing the corrupted zones with a finger. Serene hovered close, her expression grim. Arthur leaned back in a chair, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.
"Listen up," the Guildmaster began, voice steady and authoritative.
"The corruption started near that old druid altar—now this twisted obelisk. It's spreading fast. Our priority is to contain it and find whoever is behind it."
Arthur snorted. "Like I haven't been saying all along."
Luka's jaw tightened. "You nearly got us killed."
Arthur smirked. "A bit of danger keeps things interesting."
Serene's eyes flashed. "We're not here to play games."
The Guildmaster raised a hand. "Enough. This isn't about personal grudges or heroics. This is about survival."
