The guildhall quieted as Guildmaster Vorsk sat at his desk, reviewing the freshly compiled report from Kelsor's team. The parchment was scrawled with details about the shifting dungeon, the strange creature they encountered, and the unsettling account of its intelligence.
The room was dim, lit only by the glow of an enchanted lantern that cast a pale, flickering light over the guildmaster's weathered features.
A knock sounded at the door, sharp and deliberate.
"Enter," Vorsk called, his voice steady.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall figure wrapped in a dark cloak trimmed with silver embroidery. Averia stepped inside, her presence commanding the room despite her quiet movements.
Her long, ash-gray hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her piercing violet eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. A polished black staff adorned with a crystal-like orb rested in her hand, its surface swirling with faint mana traces.
