Night descended over Greyvale, shrouding the city in a gradual dimness. Street lamps flickered to life along the cobblestone roads, while windows glowed softly behind heavy shutters. The taverns buzzed with laughter and chatter as the workday transitioned into a time of relaxation and revelry.
High above, the moon hung pale and distant, casting its gentle light across rooftops and walls. It lingered longest on the Guild compound, as if recognizing it as something new and transformed.
Within the Guild grounds, the training field basked in that silvery glow.
Sage stood alone at its center. The arena was now quiet, devoid of adventurers who had spent their daylight hours sparring, debating tactics, and testing their strength against one another. Training dummies lined the edges in neat rows, their straw bodies marred by cuts, scorch marks, and fractures from countless encounters.
