Within an expansive room on the last floor of the wanderer guild building. Mere moments before Dante's rampage. An important guest had made its way here and was currently having a discussion with the branch guild master.
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"To what do I owe the honor of such an impromptu visit, Marshal Kath'zul." A powerful voice echoed within the silent room.
The speaker was an abyss walker with obsidian-black skin that carried a faint metallic sheen. Thick silver hair flowed down his back, contrasting a pair of curved charcoal-black horns rising from his temples. A heavy jaw framed by a coarse beard, molten amber eyes with slit pupils, and pale ash-coloured scars crisscrossing his broad arms and face completed the image of a seasoned abyss walker.
The guild master of the sand city wanderer guild.
Maersk Culling.
A commoner from birth. But one talented and powerful enough to claw his way to power, to respect, and to the coveted title of High Marshal.
