"Act natural. Smile. You're a guest," Arman whispered, voice low and casual, but the pressure of his hand on Eli's back said otherwise.
The moment the heavy doors of the so-called detention room opened, Eli found himself blinking into bright, open space. And for a split second, his brain lagged.
Until it hit him.
'Wait… this is… the Lion's Fang Guild?'
He vaguely remembered Caelen saying something along those lines, but the words had flown right past him earlier. Now, though, reality was sinking in.
He was inside their guild.
Eli's confusion and nerves multiplied as they stepped into the large hall. It was grand—modern, pristine, buzzing with activity.
Hunters—some dressed in uniforms, others in casual wear—strolled through the wide corridors, chatting about raids, monsters, gear upgrades.
The moment he and Caelen's team stepped into view, heads began to turn.
Lots of heads.
