The shadow of a master.

Fanel looked up at the man sitting arrogantly upstairs. As usual, he was installed in this private space, which was reserved only for him, eyeing the entire guild with his contemptuous and scrutinizing gaze.

Installed as if it all belonged to him. Arms crossed behind the neck, legs on a table, leaning against an expensive sofa whose material is one of the finest in Arcus, it's said that it's made with a few barks of the most perfect wood that Arcus has to offer,

Of course, given the rarity and preciousness of this wood, it is also prohibited to use it outside of the manufacturing process intended for it. But those in the black market, the market where everything can be sold, even humans, have managed to divert the primary use of this inva