The city pulsed with an eerie calm, the kind that came before a storm. The streets, normally bustling with the noise of hunters and merchants, now seemed quieter, as if the world itself held its breath. From the rooftop of Iron Dominion's towering headquarters, I stared out at the sprawling metropolis, the skyline dotted with glowing advertisements and shimmering portals that linked this world to others.
The system flickered in my vision, overlaying data on the streets below:
"Alert: W.H.O. Presence Detected. Agents Monitoring Activity."
I sighed. The World Hunter Organization—the self-appointed watchdogs of guild politics. Their arrival was a sign that the brewing conflict between Iron Dominion and Obsidian Guard had escalated beyond whispers.
Victoria's ambitions had finally drawn blood, figuratively for now, but I knew how quickly that could change.
