The next day.
Sona City is louder than it has ever been.
Market streets buzz with chattering merchants.
Adventurers crowd outside taverns.
Even ordinary citizens gather in tight groups, whispering excitedly.
Every conversation circles back to one thing.
The mysterious powerhouse who scared off a Tier 7 Emperor Beast.
Inside the Adventurer Guild, the noise is almost overwhelming. The hall is packed, monsters of every shape, size, and species squeeze together, all talking at once.
At a round table near the center, an Oni monster slams down his mug and shakes his head in disbelief.
"I still can't believe I witnessed that yesterday," he mutters, voice still shaking. "A sword made of three elements, and the sky split open like paper."
A wolf-headed monster beside him nods vigorously.
"Right? And that Emperor Beast? Hah! It ran with its tail between its legs."
A lizardman leans closer, whispering like he's sharing forbidden knowledge.
