Chapter 43 - THE GUILD SUMMONS

Inside, the guild was alive with energy, a living, breathing organism that pulsed with ambition, discipline, and raw, palpable power. Hunters of every rank moved like currents of lethal intent, some clad in armor that gleamed like molten metal under the overhead lights, reflecting faint sparks of ambient mana that seemed to coil around their limbs like living serpents, others gripping weapons that emitted faint harmonic vibrations, humming with enchantments whose purposes were inscrutable, deadly, and precise. Every step, every shift of weight, every flicker of movement left behind faint traces of pressure, heat, and magical resonance that the trained—or exceptionally observant—could feel radiating off them, pressing against the senses like invisible fingers brushing across skin.