Maddy took a deep breath, suppressing her mana even further. If the person running this city was a "King" built on strength, they would be the first person to sense a "Demon Lord" walking through their front door. She had to be a ghost.
"Well, let's see what kind of 'Kingdom' they've built on the backs of people like Hoppy."
She pushed open the heavy doors, and the roar of a thousand conversations washed over her. She stumbled back a half step, her head spinning.
It wasn't just the noise; it was the mana. Thousands of adventurers packed the hall, their combined magic and might signatures clashing and swirling in the air. To Maddy's sensitive perception, it felt like standing in the middle of a crowded server room where every machine was overheating.
"Ugh, my head… It's like a beehive in here."
She leaned against a marble pillar, trying to steady her vision. As her eyes adjusted, she began to really see the people filling the massive hall.
