"What just happened?" asked one adventurer as he hardly had any thoughts after seeing Arf getting picked up by his teammates.
"I have no idea, but that cloaked group is no greenhorn," said another. "He knocked him out in a single fist and we could hardly keep up with our eyes!"
"Such speed! Such control! What is happening in the Mortal World?! Who are they?!"
The adventurers were left flabbergasted by the unfolding events, however, the main characters had moved elsewhere.
The Dark Continent was a place that was restless despite having a thick wall surrounding their city. The beast and absolute monster were roaming the land, the sea, and the sky. They could only band and unite together but without any more strings attached. Thus, the guild had become a primal institution that softly governed the street as a whole. However, there was always more than one guild in every city. They struggle both for market share and power overall.
