Chapter 126
The Flowing Dragon Guild headquarters in Sector A stood like a city within a fortress, a sprawling estate spanning miles of courtyards, tiled roofs, and gardens enclosed by colossal walls of iron and stone.
Ordinarily, its sheer presence kept the curious away.
The great gates, reinforced with mana steel and stone and decades of pride, had remained closed for as long as most could remember. Yet on this day, they stood wide open.
It was a sight to behold. Lanterns hung from the towering walls, each glowing with soft golden light that spilled across the stone like rivers of fire. The effect transformed what was once foreboding into something celebratory, almost otherworldly.
The Flowing Dragon was no ordinary guild. It had been founded generations ago by the last remaining hunters of Asian descent, who carried fragments of their cultures into the fortress when the world outside fell.
