Chapter 93: Reminisce
In the Guildmaster’s Room,
Mirinda sat at her desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork. A lone pen rested atop one of the forms, unmoving.
Her eyes were distant, locked on the window, lost in thought. In her hand, she held an old photograph.
She slowly placed the photo on the desk and stared at it.
The image showed ten people, smiling in the frame, familiar faces, William, Beltimore, Ida, Alice, and others. Her finger gently slid across the photo until it landed on the person in the center, a man with fiery blue hair, a wide grin, and a thumbs-up pose. William and Beltimore stood beside him in the shot.
It was Russ, the first Guildmaster.
Her eyes welled with tears as she looked at his face. The man who held a special place in her heart. The man who was gone forever, leaving behind the weight of this guild on her shoulders.
Her thoughts drifted back through time, battles against colossal monsters, getting lost in ancient mazes, narrow escapes from undead horrors. The corners of her lips curved into a faint, nostalgic smile.
But then came the memory of that night. Ten years ago.
Her chest tightened. The moment she lost him.
Just as she was sinking into the past, a knock echoed on the door.