Phoenix Flight HQ
In the lobby, every available Guild member gathered, buzzing close to the main entrance. There was a makeshift elevated stage in that direction and the Guild master was already waiting.
Ambrose and Devon joined the crowd—most giving way for them when they saw the S-Rank. Ambrose kept his chin high, although he avoided any eyes that cut him as much as a glance.
Hunters were annoyingly perceptible pricks. He couldn't afford someone sniffing him out as a suspect in this whole charade.
"Alright!" Guild master Magnus boomed, bringing silence to the lobby. His sharp golden-red eyes scoured the place before he went on. "I'm going to make this as brief as possible. As you're all aware by now—there was an attack. On four of our Hunters. Right here in this Guild."
Someone whispered behind Ambrose just then. "I heard the guys were so traumatised that they screamed repeatedly even while the nurses were dragging them out."
