The rumble of wheels continued. The world outside grew more cultivated—banner posts, paved guild roads, courier lines in every direction.
Inside, Ysarre finally broke the silence.
"Renhallow… he's not from nobility, is he?"
—Ysarre Veln
Hale looked up from the sealed scroll he had just tucked away.
"No. Born across the border. Northern Aerthwyn, in a minor mountain township. Not from any house or faction."
—Guildmaster Hale
"Then how did he end up being like now?"
—Ysarre
"Enlisted under dual-guild passage. Sponsored by the Aethrwyn royalty mainly recommended by Crown Regent Lira—offered full citizenship after his first level 6 dungeon cleared at sixteen."
—Hale
"And what about the rumors?"
—Ysarre
Caelen gave a small half-smile.
"Which ones?"
—Crown Prince Caelen
"The one where he doesn't fight like a warrior not even look like one. Doesn't even carry a blade. And somehow knows what's inside the dungeon before he enters."
—Ysarre Veln
Hale shifted, folding his arms.
"Rumors, yes. But consistent ones. Every dungeon cleared with unbroken pace, minimum damage, flawless trap avoidance.
No known offensive spell signature, no summoned support, no conventional arcane school."
"There's a nickname for him being whispered."
—Guildmaster Hale
"What?"
—Ysarre
"Prophency Oracle."
—Guildmaster Hale
Caelen added, quietly:
"They say he sees what hasn't happened yet. Or what could."
—Prince Caelen
Ysarre's voice dropped to a low murmur.
"But one that acts not just stay still. That's new."
—Ysarre Veln
Hale nodded slowly.
"There's no official record of clairvoyance, no divine contract. But three high-tier adventurers tried to follow him into his second Level 10."
"They died before reaching the boss chamber."
"He came out alone—untouched."
—Guildmaster Hale
"And he never speaks at Guild events. Never accepts honors and invitation from any nobles house. Never builds alliances."
—Caelen
Ysarre looked out the window.
"So this is level 8 heritage "
—Ysarre Veln
And as the spires of Guild Headquarters loomed closer—glinting gold in the overcast sky—none of them had to.
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The carriage slowed, wheels grinding on the polished stone of Guild Plaza, a massive ring etched with runes from every known language of power. Above them, the Guild Headquarters towered—a fortress-temple of skyglass, brasswood, and spell-carved stone. Its great arch doors were already open.
Waiting for them were guards in ceremonial black, a scribe bearing the Guild Seal, and at least six figures watching from balconies and shadowed windows above.
Ysarre Veln stepped out first.
The moment her boots hit the steps, the crowd's quiet shifted.
Some leaned in.
Some stepped back.
"Recognized arrival: Ysarre Veln. Raidbreaker. Commander of the Hollowspire Descent."
—Guild Scribe
Prince Caelen exited next, clad in a formal, understated traveling cloak.
Guildmaster Hale was last. Scrollcase under one arm, he didn't look up at the crowd—just moved with purpose.
The group ascended the outer stairs as spell wards lit gently underfoot, identifying each of them to the tower's interior watch. Small gold glyphs flickered along the steps—Level classification markers.
Ysarre's glowed with Level 7.
A few whispers rose from the inner balconies. Even among the Guild elite, her level was rare.
The main hall opened before them, circular and tall enough to house siege engines. Banners of old raids hung from the dome. A table of twelve obsidian chairs stood in the center, already filling with dignitaries and ranked observers.
A man in green-and-gold stepped forward from a side corridor. His voice was smooth and warm, but his eyes unreadable.
"Ysarre. Guildmaster Hale. Welcome to Guild HQ ."
"The council is already seated."
"And curious."
—Councilor Marell, High Seat from Brailenthorne
Ysarre's eyes narrowed slightly but she gave no reply. Just a slow nod.
"Let's get this over with."
—Ysarre Veln
Caelen stepped slightly forward, voice calm but clear.
"We came to speak with clarity."
"What the council hears, they won't forget."
—Prince Caelen
The chamber doors boomed open behind them.
It was time.