BAAAM!
A solid wooden table, heavy and ornate, exploded under the fist of Ragna Crimson.
Splinters flew, a cloud of fine dust erupted, and the remaining pieces clattered loudly onto the polished floor of his office.
Ragna Crimson, the Guild Master of the formidable Crimson Guild and a renowned S-ranked hunter, stood amidst the wreckage, his face contorted in a mask of pure fury.
Why such an outburst, one might ask?
Well, he had just received confirmation that the entire Swamp Python Dungeon, a massive A-ranked gate, had vanished.
It was gone, completely and irrevocably.
This dungeon had been a cornerstone of his guild's wealth and influence in the capital city for years.
All these years, Ragna had struggled immensely, pouring every ounce of his energy into proving his worth and gaining the approval of his family.
He belonged to the Crimson family, a lineage that boasted a deep and ancient legacy in this world, dating back centuries.
