The air in the guild's main hall was thick with tension, the kind that made every whisper, every footstep seem unnaturally loud. Kara "Steelclaw" Morgan stood at the center, her sharp claws glinting under the flickering mana lights. Her fiery glare darted from face to face, searching for an ally among the gathered guild members, but all she found were wary gazes and averted eyes.
Felix lingered near the back, his foxlike smile faint but ever-present. His crimson eyes flickered with quiet satisfaction as he watched the scene unfold. Kara's paranoia, her explosive temper—it had all built to this moment, and Felix had made sure to give her the final nudge toward the abyss.
"You're all fools," Kara spat, her voice trembling with rage. "I've given everything to this guild—my loyalty, my blood, my time—and this is how you repay me? By believing his lies?"
