"So... five brothers are dead, and they managed to conquer that D-rank Dungeon?"
Somewhere in a room within Fiona City, inside a luxurious building draped in velvet and gold trim, the air hung thick with the smell of aged liquor and burning incense.
The chamber was wide, lit by floating mage lanterns that cast a soft amber glow over polished marble floors.
Shelves lined with rare artifacts and trophies from past hunts stood along the walls, each one a quiet reminder of the wealth and power that filled this place.
He was a tall man with dark hair and piercing eyes, a long scar running from one eyebrow down to his cheek.
He was Vaelor, the brother of Kairon, who was studying at the Elite Hunter Academy. A member of the Paragon Guild, Vaelor carried himself with the lazy confidence of someone who rarely feared consequences.
"Interesting! Didn't you say they just joined the academy? And they already managed to conquer a dungeon like Howling Chasm?"
