Ayela pulled her hair back as the wind blew across the battlefield.
She wasn't panting, but her chest rose and fell as if she was breathing hard.
Orc blood splattered the grass around her and she flicked some off her cheek with a small frown before glancing toward Lucius.
'I'm trying to impress him so that he can make my transition to Grimmaw easier,' she thought, narrowing her eyes at him as he toyed with the orcs.
Between all the top guilds, two stood out in her mind.
The Saintess Guild, overflowing with women who secretly fantasized about sharing a bed with the Saintess.
And then Grimmaw… a guild where everyone seemed obsessed with Lucius in one way or another. But obsessions aside, Grimmaw put in terrifying amounts of work as of late.
They pushed themselves without mercy, raiding nonstop. From the way they were spread thin this week, Ayela sometimes wondered how many active members they actually had.
