(Meanwhile, Planet Terra Nova, Outer Slums, Guild Office of "The Uprising")
The Uprising had once been a powerhouse—an influential guild boasting hundreds of thousands of loyal members.
But the past few years had not been kind to it.
Forced to abandon their prime headquarters in the city center, they relocated to the slums, unable to keep up with the soaring rent prices.
Now, their guild hall creaked louder than its members' morale.
The ceiling groaned with every breeze, and the warped wooden floorboards bowed beneath even the lightest step.
The air reeked of rust and damp timber—a scent that lingered like failure.
Empty mission boards lined the peeling walls, flanked by faded banners that once inspired pride but now served only as quiet reminders of a forgotten glory.
The guild's decline was not just in location, but also in spirit, in purpose and in the very heartbeat of the guild itself.
