Logically, a non-combatant crafter who never left the city had no real need for bodyguards. But this guy had still hired four combat-spec players, purely for show.
However, the moment those four drew their weapons and managed to utter a single syllable…
SHIIING—!
A single, unified, and deafening rasp of steel being drawn echoed through the Guild Hall. The sound of hundreds of weapons leaving their sheaths in perfect, hair-trigger unison was enough to set anyone's teeth on edge.
"FOR THE ALLIANCE!" The roar from hundreds of throats came a split second later, a single word that fused their individual fury into a palpable, crushing wave of intent.
WHOOM.
The collective pressure was so intense it seemed to make the very air shudder.
