[: 3rd POV :]
Arcturus eyes lingered on the bloodstained warehouse for a long, heavy moment.
His expression was carved from stone, but his mind was racing, weighing options, risks, and the weight of six thousand souls.
Finally, he turned to face his people.
"Listen well," he began, his voice firm, yet carrying an edge of tension that none could ignore.
"We are standing at the threshold of something far larger than any of us imagined"
"One wrong move, and this entire mission collapses, along with every innocent life we came here to save."
The murmurs that had begun to rise among the guild members died instantly.
Every warrior, mage, and scout locked their eyes on their Guild Master.
Arcturus raised a hand, gesturing toward the looming steel doors.
"There is only one way in." His tone hardened.
"The warehouse has been built like a fortress. No hidden entrances, no ventilation shafts, no gaps in its defenses that we can exploit"
