Heavy thuds echoed through the broken earth. The Sovereign Guild Master had no choice but to run, running not toward glory, but away from death itself. For the first time, the life he once deemed meaningless now fought to survive.
He sprinted through a strange forest, a darkwood grove buried deep within the dwell zones. It was a forgotten place, perhaps a branch of Yggdrasil long severed from the others, far beyond the known realms.
“Run... Why am I running? Why did I run? I thought this life of mine was meaningless. But why... why am I running in fear? Am I afraid of death?” he thought, halting as he gasped for breath after six thousand miles of flight.
"The Nomad and Guardian Guild Masters were corrupted... Only the Billionaire could save them, but—" A sharp, sudden pain pierced throu
