I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod

The day was warm, but an air of expectancy hung over the Rath Chakra Guild's headquarters. Haider Ali, the guild leader, sat in his intricately designed office, waiting for someone. The room was adorned with symbols of the guild's rich history: a gilded wheel with flames etched into its spokes, crossed swords decorating the walls, and an ancient banner that fluttered gently in the breeze from an open window.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. "Enter," Haider said, leaning back in his chair.

The door creaked open to reveal a striking figure. Aafreen, with her long white hair flowing over her simple yet elegant attire, stepped in. Her presence was commanding yet serene, a blend of poise and latent power.

"You summoned me," she stated simply, standing by the window and gazing out at the bustling training grounds below.

"I did," Haider said, his voice steady yet firm. "You're familiar with Aamir Singh, aren't you? The boy from the trials?"

Aafreen nodded. "The one who fought the predators? He's talented, but unrefined. Why?"

Haider rose from his chair and walked to the window, standing beside her. "I want you to monitor him. His potential is beyond what we've seen, but he's an uncut gem. I need you to ensure he doesn't falter—quietly. Intervene only if absolutely necessary."

Aafreen's brows furrowed slightly. "You're asking me to babysit him?"

"No," Haider said with a chuckle. "I'm asking you to nurture a seed that could grow into something extraordinary. This boy could redefine what it means to be a warrior, Aafreen. I feel it in my bones."

For a moment, silence filled the room as Aafreen considered his words. Finally, she nodded. "Very well. I'll keep an eye on him. But if he stumbles, he must rise on his own."

"Agreed," Haider said, smiling.