Maddy let out a slow, sharp breath, her voice cutting through the damp night air with chilling clarity. She looked directly into Johnn's panicked eyes, her tone mapping out the brutal architecture of the kingdom.
"So that's the trap," Maddy said, her voice dropping into a smooth, calculating rhythm. "In Prometha, the Guild isn't just some independent organization. The Guild is the government. It dictates the laws, commands the military, regulates trade, taxes the people, and controls every single adventurer license from F rank to SSS."
She took a step closer, her gaze pinning him to the spot.
