An Angel

In the depths of a dimly lit alleyway, Grimm, Krox, and Brock silently observed as Desmond made his way into the Guild, his figure blending into the shadows.

"Shall we follow him inside?" Krox inquired eagerly, his desire to inflict harm upon Desmond evident in his voice. He turned to Grimm, who wore a self-satisfied smile upon his face.

"No," Grimm responded, causing a surge of anger to course through Krox. However, before Krox could act on his frustration, Grimm continued with an air of confidence, "I will handle this. The Guild is still under my control, despite the presence of that decrepit old monster."

Krox reluctantly managed to calm himself, placing his trust in Grimm's capabilities. He understood that his own organization couldn't freely operate within the city, but Grimm, as a Candidate Grandmaster and a trusted confidant of the king, possessed the means to maneuver discreetly.