The Guild's registration office occupied a dedicated wing of the main building, its mystical wards specifically designed to process large-scale expedition paperwork with maximum efficiency.
Rey approached the designated counter, where a middle-aged administrator reviewed documents with professional detachment that suggested he'd processed thousands of similar applications.
"Name and rank?" the man asked without looking up.
"Eru. Gold-rank Searcher, Silverlight Guild."
That got the administrator's attention. His eyes flicked upward, noting Rey's Nephilim features with brief surprise before professionalism reasserted itself.
"Grand Expedition registration for the Great Dungeon of Death," Rey continued. "I understand the deadline is in two weeks."
The administrator pulled out a thick stack of forms, each one covered in dense text and mystical verification symbols.
