Meanwhile, at Sector 1, Silvershapers Guild;
Inside the guildmaster office, a man in his early thirties, , was half-asleep on his couch with his uniform unbuttoned and a half-empty beer can in his hand. When the tremor hit, his window shattered inward. Ivan jerked awake, dropping the can. "What the hell…"
As he hurriedly reach to the window and peeked outside, toward the source of the demonic surge he sensed earlier.
Outside, a wave of crimson energy shot into the sky, like a pillar. Its aura heat up the air around and even make the water boil in the river.
He rushed back to his desk and grabbed his communicator, yelling in it, "This is an order from GM's office. All units, code black! I repeat—Code Black! Everyone of Rank-5 and above is assembled in Guild hall."
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