Solomon crashed through the thick, reinforced glass panels, tumbling across the polished marble floor of the corporate headquarters. The moment the glass shattered, high-pitched alarms began ringing throughout the entire skyscraper.
There were no flashing red and blue lights. The building's emergency security systems activated instantly. Vents lining the ceiling and the baseboards hissed loudly, pumping a dense, gray mist into the corridors.
The gas rapidly obstructed vision, turning the sprawling office floor into a suffocating, opaque maze. Automated steel shutters slammed down, locking off access to the stairwells and elevators.
Heavy boots pounded against the floorboards as dozens of guild members came running from the adjacent halls. They wielded swords and heavy maces, their faces obscured by gas masks.
Solomon pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt up over his head and immediately launched himself into the fight.
