Inside the Orian Guild, the presentation was going as normal. There were those placed on the first ground floor looking at things going on, enjoying their peaceful day.
For them, this was a rest day. It wasn't as if their presence was needed, but they were more so there just to make sure things went smoothly with the event.
On the second floor, there were those that were just waiting peacefully, even yawning as it was going on a little longer than they expected.
"I wonder when this will end?" One of the Orian Guild members said.
"Fear the Unseen," a voice whispered in the right side of his ear.
The Guild member quickly turned his head, but a dark palm filled with magic already latched right onto his face, destroying every part of it.
"For we are always near," the Dark Guild member said as he pulled his hand away, looking at the dead mage that was now on the floor.
