The card was firm and smooth between his fingers, its edges crisp, its surface faintly gleaming under the dim light.
Stamped boldly across the front was his name, clear and unshakable in dark lettering.
Beside it, a still image of his face—a portrait that had been captured earlier when the guild recorded his information.
Below it, the name of the guild he now belonged to stood printed in sharp letters: Black Dragons.
And there, just off to the side of his name, was the mark of his rank. A bold letter C, etched in a thick, commanding font that left no room for doubt.
Harry's gaze lingered on it, his expression unreadable.
Another breath slipped out from his lips, softer this time, carrying with it a quiet murmur of thought.
'I'm an adventurer now…'
The words echoed faintly in his mind, tasting almost foreign on his tongue.
