Ferocious Ravens was one of those guilds every ambitious player dreamed of joining—top-tier, ruthless, always in the spotlight. On paper, they were a perfect destination: high win rate, polished image, rich backers, and a leader who had never tasted humility a day in her life.
In practice, the door was shut to almost everyone. Membership was "exclusive," which, in Beatrix's language, meant "for my followers and cult members only." If you didn't kneel to the brand of darkness she preached, you didn't even get to fill out a form.
It wasn't for everyone anyway. Their rituals, their slogan, the constant "praise the abyss" banners—it made half the server laugh and the other half uncomfortable. Worshipping the darkness was edgy in theory; it was less cool when you were expected to chant about it on Tuesday nights.
