The Final Verdict

Seung and Eunji reached the door of the meeting room. Inside, Seung could feel the presence of every guild master seated around the long table, facing each other like silent judges. At the head of the table sat the President, his expression unreadable. Seung could also see Kim Seijin sitting just to the President's right, his face calm as usual but offering no clues about what was to come. The moment Eunji pushed the door open, Seung's heart began to pound in his chest.

The room fell silent as Seung stepped inside. His pulse quickened; his throat tightened. 'What are they going to decide?' The questions began to spiral in his mind, multiplying with each passing second. He had passed the trial—he had ensured no civilians were harmed—but what if they found something he had overlooked? 'What if this is my last moment of freedom?' His thoughts felt suffocating, the fear creeping in like a slow chill up his spine.