At the same time, the highest floor of the Mercenary Guild headquarters on Daresk was sealed with layers of security.
One vast room in particular seemed far more guarded than the others. Inside, a beautiful round obsidian table stood at its center, large enough to seat dozens of people.
Yet this time, only a handful of individuals occupied it.
On one side of the table sat four figures.
Two were leaders of the local Mercenary Guild, both seasoned B-ranks, while the other two represented Daresk's government, their expressions tight and cautious.
Across from them sat only two men, their expressions stone cold.
Both wore white-golden clothes, their chests lined with golden medals and even a special diamond badge, signifying their Peak B-rank strength.
No one spoke.
A holographic display hovered above the center of the table, playing several blurry, distorted frames on a loop.
