"Are you ready to build a guild?"
The question hangs in the room for a few seconds.
Not because they didn't understand it. Just the opposite. That's exactly the problem. Up until this moment, everything could still be treated as an absurd chain of decisions made too fast: bets, contracts, a factory, Zhang Xi, the Silver Fangs, the LDP Potion, the cleaning of OXI ducts. But the word guild carries a different weight.
A guild isn't just a group.
It's a banner.
It's a name.
It's responsibility registered before the world and the Ocean's Law.
Veric looks at the Plates on the table, then at me, then at the door Zhang Xi walked out of.
"Before anything else… please tell me you've already thought about the name."
I stay quiet for half a second, and it's enough to drain the color from his face.
