David glanced around the guildhall, his sharp gaze taking in the lively atmosphere. The room was packed wall-to-wall with adventurers of varying skill levels, their armor gleaming under the flickering light of enchanted lanterns. The air buzzed with energy, a mix of excitement and tension that seemed almost tangible.
"Is it always this crowded?" David asked, keeping his voice low as he adjusted the cloak draped over his shoulders.
Mariana chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not usually," she admitted. "Most of the time, the monsters from the sea keep to themselves. They're content in their watery domain and rarely venture onto land. But right now…"
She trailed off, motioning to the throngs of adventurers around them. "Every year, around this time, something extraordinary happens. A dungeon rises from the depths of the ocean. Adventurers from across the empire flock here to take part in the event."
