[: 3rd POV :]
The torchlight sputtered against the damp stone walls, painting everyone's faces with uneasy shadows.
The blood dripping from the altar echoed like a slow heartbeat.
The guild members stood still, watching their leader with unease gnawing at the edges of their loyalty.
His words had been too precise.
There were just too much details.
At last, one of his closest friends, a veteran of many raids and battles, stepped forward.
His tone was calm, but his eyes carried the weight of suspicion.
"Guild Master…" He hesitated, then spoke firmly, though every syllable felt like stepping closer to a blade.
"How come… you know so much about them?"
The words cut through the silence like steel.
The others shifted uneasily, the question echoing in their hearts.
The Zero Organization was a ghost in the world, little more than whispers, rumors, shadows in forbidden texts.
And yet their Guild Master had spoken of them as though he had walked their path himself.
