The mansion was still reeling from the chaos of the previous night. Servants moved quietly through the halls, cleaning bloodstains and repairing broken furniture, while healers tended to the wounded. In a quiet, sunlit sitting room on the second floor, Mrs. Sylvia sat alone at a polished oak desk, her phone pressed to her ear. She had been on calls for the past hour, her voice calm and authoritative as she tried to manage the growing panic within the Silver Guild.
"Yes, I'm safe," she said for the fifth time, rubbing her temple. "The situation at the mansion has been contained. No, you do not need to send a strike team. I handled it personally. Tell the elders to stand down — spreading rumors right now will only make things worse."
The guild member on the other end was frantic. "But Guild Leader, if the Hunters have turned on you, the entire organization is at risk! We need to extract you immediately!"
