[Would you like to receive the deferred Experience now?]
"Not now, later...," Kael muttered as he began walking away from the reception area.
He didn't even need the mini-map to know this place was a trap. It felt like one.
The air had that sharp, crowded weight, too many bodies breathing in the same space, too many eyes flicking toward every ripple of movement.
The stone underfoot was polished like a shrine floor, the kind that punished noise by making it echo. Even the torches, if they were torches, burned too clean, too steady, as if the flames were part of the architecture rather than something alive.
And the people…
More guilds, clans, or whatever they were called were appearing. People with incredible-looking gear.
