Two years.
Two years had passed since Elara stepped beyond the iron gates of Castle Velmora.
Now, she stood before a two-story stone building in the city of Hikarizawa.
Hikarizawa. A border town nestled between Eastmarch and Sol-Regis. Its name sounded beautiful, but the reality was a town that was rugged, humid, and teeming with adventurers coming and going. There was no castle grandeur here, no silk robes, and no judgmental glares measuring the amount of mana flowing through one's veins.
Elara loved it.
The guild building before her was crafted from dark wood, with a large notice board flanking the entrance. Dozens of parchment sheets were pinned there—requests for item retrievals, monster hunts, and caravan escorts. The rewards weren't grand, but they were enough to sustain a life for a week or two.
She stepped inside.
