Hades noticed the man's ears first—long and sharp. He was an elf.
Mana clung to him so naturally, it was like he was breathing it out.
And that last strike… it wasn't meant to injure. It was a warning. A clear one.
It worked.
Hades couldn't always judge someone's power just by looking, but the man's confidence and the way raw mana lingered in the air around him… it was enough.
He was dangerous.
They were led up to the first floor of the building. The elf walked ahead, then opened a door and gestured them inside.
"Sit," he said, pointing toward the couch opposite his chair.
Hades exchanged a look with Luna before the two sat down.
The room looked personal. Likely his own quarters.
Taking a guess, Hades spoke, "You're the guild master."
The elf didn't answer. His narrowed eyes remained fixed on them.
"You barged into my place," he said, "and started throwing punches left and right."
