As Hailey advanced, her steps echoing in the cavernous hall, an atmosphere of arrogance and indifference enveloped the four individuals in front. Their expressions remained untouched by the presence of the guild's higher-ups, Hailey, and the others, and they seemed more engrossed in their world than the unfolding scene.
Alen's keen sense of hearing caught the hushed whispers ahead, mocking and indifferent. "Here she comes," he heard, laced with annoyance and accompanied by a sigh. It was clear that Hailey's entrance wasn't met with a warm reception from this particular group.
His attention, however, was quickly diverted by the state of the guild hall. The once grandiose space now bore the scars of a fierce battle. Vines and thorns, resembling the menacing teeth of a beast, coiled around pillars and sprawled across the floor, weaving a story of chaos and conflict.
