After passing through the outstanding wooden door of the guild, one could see the warm glow of torches illuminating the hall of the mercenary guild.
This hall was filled to the brim with history—a fake one, of course; the stone floors bore the marks of innumerable fighters, and the walls were decked with banners and elaborate sculptures that glorified the guild's illustrious history.
"Did you have to go to such extremes with your performance?" Erik questioned Lucy.
Lucy responded with a teasing grin, "Of course. It's all about making the test feel genuine and lifelike and completely immersing you in the experience."
The hall was teeming with artificially created mercenaries, each bearing a striking likeness to humans in their physical and mental makeup. Others were carefully attending to the upkeep of their weapons while others engaged in intense conversation.