The atmosphere inside Gravity Guild had always been a blend of chaos and brilliance, but today felt different.
Tables scraped and trembled across the wooden floor. Low-rank mission papers spiraled through the air like restless birds. Younger mages clashed in reckless sparring matches, turning the center of the hall into an unofficial battlefield. Laughter, shouting, magic bursts—everything overlapped into a familiar storm of noise.
This was the kind of place where legends were born.
Or antiheroes.
In the far corner of the hall, one figure reclined lazily in a wooden chair, completely undisturbed by the madness around him.
His name was Thorn.
"Lazy… overpowered… and the most dangerous combination imaginable," one guild member whispered.
"They say he could erase fifty dragons in a blink… and he's still taking a nap."
A faint smirk rested on Thorn's face. His eyes remained closed, as if the world's chaos was nothing more than distant static.
Here we go again… guild drama at full volume. If someone's going to disturb me, they better have a reason.
At the center of the hall stood Magnus Virel, the Destruction Archmage of Gravity Guild. Fragments of broken wood floated before him, only to be crushed effortlessly by invisible force.
"Hah… even asleep, that kid intimidates everyone," Magnus muttered with an amused grin, testing the air with a casual punch that made space distort for a split second.
Up on the balcony, lightning cracked violently around Raizen Voltaris. His sharp gaze never left the sleeping figure below.
"If someone claims to be overpowered," Raizen said coldly, "then they should be tested."
Sparks snapped and scattered through the air.
Nearby, Zephyr Frost lazily formed floating ice constructs above his palm. Seraphina Noctis observed quietly, a faint demonic aura swirling around her like mist. Valeria Stormblade stood composed, spectral weapons shimmering faintly behind her back. Ignar Draven, as usual, was the loudest presence in the room, flames dancing wildly around his fists.
"Hey! Stop setting things on fire!" Zephyr snapped.
Ignar laughed. "Relax! It builds spirit!"
Before the chaos could escalate further, a warm golden light spread across the hall.
Mevis Vermilliom descended gently from above, her presence alone calming the unstable atmosphere. As the founder and strategist of Gravity Guild, she did not need to raise her voice to command authority.
"Everyone… maintain control," she said softly. "Chaos may be our charm, but discipline defines us."
The guild gradually settled.
Except Thorn.
He remained asleep.
Then—
The floor trembled.
The wooden beams creaked. Windows shook violently as a deep rumble echoed from above. Outside, the sky fractured like shattered glass, spreading cracks of dark energy across the horizon.
A colossal shadow descended from the heavens.
Astrael — the Devourer of Skies. An Ancient Dragon.
Its massive wings blotted out the light as its voice thundered through the guild hall.
"There is a mage within this guild who bends gravity itself. I have come to test him."
Panic erupted instantly.
Chairs toppled. Magic circles flared to life. Ignar's flames roared brighter. Zephyr shifted into a defensive stance. Valeria summoned a blade in a flash of light. Raizen's lightning intensified.
In the corner, Thorn stretched.
Slowly.
His eyes opened.
A faint silver glow flickered within them.
"Finally," he murmured. "Time to deal with this nuisance."
Astrael roared and descended toward the guild hall, its presence alone enough to crush ordinary mages.
Thorn stood up.
He took a single step forward.
The atmosphere changed.
The air grew heavy. The wooden floor beneath his feet compressed slightly under invisible pressure. An unseen gravity field expanded outward from him like a silent domain.
The dragon's descent slowed.
Then stopped.
Mid-air.
Frozen.
Magnus' relaxed grin disappeared. Raizen's lightning flickered and died. Ignar's flames wavered. Even the younger mages stood motionless in disbelief.
Mevis floated gently beside Thorn.
"Thorn… handle this."
Hands slipping casually into his pockets, Thorn glanced up at the immobilized dragon.
"It's too noisy in here anyway," he said calmly. "Let's make this quick."
He snapped his fingers.
The gravity field intensified instantly.
Astrael's colossal body slammed downward, crushed beneath overwhelming compression. The dragon struggled, but the invisible force held it firmly against the ground, silencing its roar.
The guild hall fell into stunned silence.
Mevis smiled faintly as she looked at Thorn.
"You always arrive late… yet you protect everyone. That is a rare quality."
Thorn's lips curved slightly.
"A hero's entrance only works if it's delayed."
Mevis' eyes softened.
"True strength is not about overwhelming power. It is about mastering your ego."
Whispers spread through the hall.
"He protected us while sleeping…"
"Gravity Sovereign… is he even human?"
Thorn looked away, his expression unreadable.
The lazy mask works perfectly for the guild. And for Mevis… perhaps that is another story.
Above them, the cracked sky continued to spark with unstable energy.
In the distance, a black portal slowly began to open.
From within the darkness, a voice echoed faintly.
"So… the Gravity Sovereign has finally revealed himself."
Mevis' expression grew serious as she looked toward the forming rift.
"This is only the beginning, Thorn," she said quietly. "Your journey starts now."
And within the trembling halls of Gravity Guild, the true legend had just begun.