Whitney was completely focused on her computer, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she finalized the last few details for her newly established guild. Multiple windows were open—financial projections, recruitment logistics, internal hierarchy drafts—but at the center of it all was the page she kept glancing back to, her lips slowly curling upward in satisfaction.
She leaned back slightly in her chair and reread the post one more time.
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Emberflame Guild
Type: Information
Looking for expert agents, submit your application now.
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A sharp exhale escaped her lips, half relief and half exhilaration.
For the longest time, she had operated under other people's shadows—elders, executives, "experienced heroes" who thought seniority automatically equaled wisdom. Emberflame was different. This guild would be hers. No leash. No micromanagement. No condescending voices telling her what she could or couldn't do.
Just power, control… and freedom.
