The pressure emanating from both guildmasters filled the room. The assistants standing behind them struggled to stay composed. Ida, who was right behind Mirinda, loosened her collar, sweat trickling down her temple.
'So this is the power of guildmaster' she thought, her legs stiff from tension.
While the assistants were nearly gasping for air, the other guildmasters appeared unfazed. One yawned lazily, another nonchalantly trimmed her nails, while someone else casually flipped through a book. It was clear, they were used to this kind of atmosphere.
"Calm down, you two!" a thunderous voice suddenly cut through the pressure.
It came from the man seated at the center of the table. Bald, dark-skinned, and with a body like carved stone, he wore attire styled in traditional villager fashion. His voice was so commanding that the nearby windows rattled from its sheer force.
"If you want to fight, settle it after the meeting," he growled.
