Chapter 146: The Hunts Begins
The light of the teleportation portal dimmed, and Lauren Blackwood stepped through with composed grace, her black coat fluttering slightly from the residual energy. Behind her came Liam Drake, his expression neutral but observant.
One by one, the rest of their team followed—five Grandmasters and ten Master-ranked warriors—all bearing the insignia of the government.
The air in the European teleportation station was crisp and charged with a different kind of aura—one that belonged to a continent under the influence of the Wind Clan.
As they approached, a figure stood before them, clad in a tailored black suit that exuded sophistication and authority. His demeanor was composed yet undeniably commanding, radiating an air of confidence that could not be ignored.
It was clear he held a position of great esteem—he was a Grandmaster, without a doubt. The emblem emblazoned on his chest offered undeniable proof of his rank: Erik Vondral, the President of the European branch of the Guild. His sharp gaze seemed to assess their every move, adding to the weight of his presence in the room.
At his side stood seven other Master-ranked officials, all similarly attired, all standing straight with the professionalism expected in a territory governed by a Higher Clan.
As the newcomers fully emerged, Erik stepped forward. His stride was deliberate and respectful.
He stopped before Lauren and bowed slightly.
"Welcome to Europe, Lady Blackwood. Master Drake."
Lauren responded with a brief nod, her expression unreadable, her voice cold but measured.
"Thank you for receiving us, Mr. Erik. We will be in your care."