"The Hartley Guild was hit hard. Twelve of their dungeons were attacked yesterday. Twelve."
Julia's eyes widened slightly, but it was Irina who reacted first. "Wait, what?"
Ethan exhaled, letting his gaze drift across the room before speaking again.
"Marin Kont. Royce Grant. Valencia Marlowe." He said their names one by one, letting the weight of them settle. "All three are gone."
Julia leaned back slightly, crossing her arms, trying to absorb the information. "Damn…"
Irina frowned, deep in thought. "I know those names. They weren't just strong—they were pillars in your guild's leadership."
Lilia, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "I met them," she said, her voice subdued. "During the joint operations between the military and Hartley's guild. Marin was in charge of coordination for high-risk dungeons. Royce handled strategic security, and Valencia… she was an iron wall. No nonsense, no hesitation."
