SilverSnake leaned back in his imposing chair, he was currently inside the [Leader] room of his guild's building: [Silver Snakes], and yes, he named it after his ID.
His snakes slithered quietly across the polished black marble of his desk, their tongues flicking the air.
It was an unsettling sight to most, but SilverSnake enjoyed it as they were under his direct control.
Frankly, he was mad: he wasn't used to being second.
The notification that his rank had dropped to number two had struck him like a train.
He had never fallen in rank before, always climbing, always growing in power.
For someone like him, a fall, no matter how slight, was intolerable.
His cold, calculating eyes stared at the screen.
And he could perfectly remember the [Devourer's] eyes on him, that impassive look beneath the [EGO Mask] burned into his mind.
