I stood my ground as the three Grandmasters approached. Their expressions shifted from menacing to bewildered, then quickly to respectful.
"Mr. Knight," the lead Grandmaster repeated, "is there a problem here?"
Caleb's vindictive smile froze on his face. His eyes darted between me and the Grandmasters with growing confusion.
"No problem at all," I replied calmly. "Just settling an old debt."
The lead Grandmaster nodded, then turned to Caleb with a stern gaze. "You summoned us to confront this man?"
"I—yes, but I didn't know—" Caleb stammered.
"This is Liam Knight," the second Grandmaster interrupted. "The alchemist who just received a personal invitation from Elder Foster of the Celestial Apothecary Guild."
The third Grandmaster shook his head disapprovingly at Caleb. "And you thought we would risk offending someone with such connections over your petty grievance?"
Caleb's face paled. "But he—"
