The Guildmaster holds his cup but doesn't sip. He merely watches the water swirl, the steam curling upward. Then, he continues his story of the S-rank dungeon.
We listen in silence, absorbing his every word.
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(Karlogen's POV)
The moment we stepped through the dungeon gate, the world changed.
It hit us not like a threat, but like a revelation—an overwhelming tide of awe that stole the breath from our lungs and silenced every thought. Our bodies went still. Our minds blanked. It was as if reality itself had bent around us, revealing something utterly beyond comprehension.
Never—not in my wildest dreams or most fevered fantasies—could I have imagined a place like this. It wasn't just beautiful. It was transcendent.
Before us stretched a city—no, a realm—so vast it spanned the horizon, a vision of impossible grandeur that seemed shaped not by mortal hands but by divine will.
A golden city.
