Felix placed a hand on Mars's shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. "Change is always uncomfortable. But if you play your cards right, it can also be an opportunity."
Mars frowned, his brows furrowing as he considered Felix's words. "Opportunity for what?"
Felix smiled, his foxlike eyes glinting. "For survival. For growth. For power."
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The guild hall was unrecognizable. Under Victoria's iron-fisted leadership, what was once the disjointed and chaotic Ironstride had been reborn as Dominion Guild. Banners of deep crimson and black hung from the walls, emblazoned with a sigil of crossed spectral blades—a direct reflection of Victoria's newly evolved quirk, Blade Dominion (A-rank). The air itself seemed heavier, charged with the weight of change and ambition.
