The Ursa Minor Guild Hall buzzed with anticipation as Blakely, Maven, Iris, and their allies finalized their plans. Messages had been sent to other guilds and trusted allies, rallying support and preparing everyone for the battle to protect Morphantasia. A sense of purpose filled the air as the entire guild prepared for what lay ahead.
Blakely, with the Primordials' blessings coursing through her, felt more connected to Morphantasia than ever before. She had journeyed through realms of order, chaos, life, death, and cosmic balance, and each Primordial had granted her wisdom and strength. Yet, as she looked at her friends and guildmates, she knew that the most powerful force she had was the people who stood beside her.
Maven tightened the straps on her daggers, her fox ears perked up with excitement. "So, how many guilds have confirmed? We're going to need all the help we can get."
