WOLF-FANG HUNTER GUILD
Magnus's lips curved into a triumphant grin as his gaze settled on the bold, glowing letters atop the gleaming skyscraper.
The building towered over the cityscape, a masterpiece of steel and glass, its reflective surface catching the afternoon sunlight, casting fractured beams across the street below. Each panel seemed to pulse with energy, as if alive, just like his racing heart.
"Wolf-Fang Hunter Guild," he whispered under his breath, savoring the weight of the name. It was more than a guild, it was a symbol of power, prestige, and cutting-edge tech. For Magnus, it was the future he had long dreamed of, now within reach.
Excitement bubbled in his chest, barely contained as he took slow, deliberate steps toward the entrance. In his hand, the sleek recommendation card gleamed faintly under the light.
