[Butterflies of Deceit] . . . Evie rolled the words in her mouth like a marble.
The spell was the sole reason Black Lion had chosen her from a sea of applicants for the Vulcan's Cave raid—one tricky, beautiful trick that could tilt a boss fight. Perform well here, and there was a real contract on the table. That was the promise.
A guild with pro players, corporate sponsors, and a monthly allowance once she proved she belonged among the best? Evie intended to grab that ladder and climb it as fast as possible.
Black Lion was a crowd favorite—flashy, famous, and frighteningly efficient. It was also one of the top guilds rookies dreamed of joining, not just for the prestige but for the roster of veterans and the strong backing of several large companies. A lot of those companies, truth be told, were owned by players' families. Generational money, generational talent.
