Silence hung in the air as Canna stared directly at the imposing figure of the guildmaster. The tension from moments earlier had dissipated slightly, but there was still an underlying charge in the atmosphere. Nyx, sensing his master's calm, gave a low growl before retreating back into Canna's shadow, his form melting away like a wisp of darkness.
The guildmaster, who had observed the entire scene with an unreadable expression, gave a slight nod—though to whom, Canna couldn't tell. He seemed to be acknowledging something, or perhaps giving an unseen command. Moments later, a figure appeared by Canna's side, moving with quiet efficiency.
