Two days later....
Inside the Hunter's guild, the main hall was as noisy as ever, lively, crowded, yet a strange heaviness lingered. A number of hunters filled the seats, clinking mugs and trading stories. But one topic never left their lips.
"Still no sign of him?"
"Nope. No one's seen him since the break."
"I heard he had jumped into a space rift while following a monster. Maybe he didn't survive that."
"Don't talk like that. If anyone could come back alive, it's him."
Whispers moved from table to table, some hopeful, some doubtful. Many faces carried unease. Logan's name, or rather, Aiden Ferith, had become a storm that refused to calm. He had done what no one thought possible. Killing an A-class dungeon boss in one strike, reaching the level of a party captain, A-class hunter, just at the age of thirteen! Even in myths, these would sound unbelievable. But now he was gone. Who knew for how long? Or was he even alive?
