[15 days till the dungeon outbreak]
[Third-person POV-general]
The evening sun cast long shadows across the grand city of Marinthalis, bathing the towering buildings in hues of orange and gold.
Guild Master Gustav sat in his office, surrounded by shelves laden with dusty documents and ancient books.
The room exuded an air of authority, a reflection of the power he held over the adventure guild and the bustling city beyond its walls.
*Knock, knock*.
Gustav was engrossed in a pile of paperwork when a sudden knock echoed through the room. He glanced up, frowning his eyebrows, as the door swung open with a force that suggested urgency.
In strode Hena, the seasoned receptionist, with a look of both excitement and concern etched across her face.
"Hena, this had better be important," Gustav said, setting aside his quill.
