Sage finally caught a proper glimpse of her. She stood at the center of the Adventurer Guild Hall like a blade driven into the earth, unyielding, merciless, and exuding an oppressive aura that made the air feel thick and stifling.
Her face resembled ice, sharp and devoid of emotion, as if she had long discarded any hint of vulnerability. A chilling killing intent radiated from her entire being, not wild or explosive but dense and suffocating, like a frozen tide pressing inward from all sides.
As her gaze swept slowly across the hall, Adventurers reacted instinctively. Burly warriors, who had faced beasts, bandits, and even death itself, felt their throats tighten and their palms grow slick with sweat. But when her eyes settled on the men, the temperature in the room seemed to drop further.
