Chapter49

Close Call
Ever since a few days ago, Hajin had noticed something was wrong with his base stats.
Not wrong in a bad way either, which was exactly why it was a problem, because he was faster, stronger and lighter on his feet even when he was not actively using the ring.
'In Shard terms, where do I even place now?' he thought, keeping one hand locked on the choking man while his eyes shifted toward the entrance. 'One shard? Two? More? I don't even know, and if people start seeing that while I have no shard at all, they might think I am using forbidden magic or some other insane bullshit.'
That thought brought him right back to the person who had just walked in.
He knew her on sight even though they had never spoken before, because everyone in the capital knew the top names in the guild whether they wanted to or not.
Yenna, one of the guild's top five, the Frost Fang.
She wasn't tall enough to dominate a room by size and she didn't need to be, because the moment she stepped further inside, the entire guild hall shifted around her like everyone had the same bad instinct at once.
Her boots clicked against the floor in a steady rhythm while the people near the entrance moved aside without being told, and by the time she stopped a few steps away, Hajin felt the skin on the back of his neck crawl.
'Fuck, might have landed myself in a bad position,' he thought, trying not to show how much her presence bothered him. 'I should have expected one of the top adventurers to be around.'
Yenna's eyes moved once across the room, taking in the cracked pillar, the man on the floor under Hajin's hand, Juna with the blanket still wrapped around her, and the crowd pretending they had not been enjoying the show a second ago.
"What is the meaning of this whole scene in the guild?" she asked, her voice calm but it carried an undeniable pressue.