Time moved quietly, almost gently, as if the world itself recognized that the Guild needed a moment to breathe after all it had endured.
The chaos of battle faded into memory; the thunder of spells and clashing steel was replaced by the steady rhythm of reconstruction, healing, and the slow return of life to what had nearly become a graveyard.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, two full days passed, yet every moment carried weight, each hour marked by effort, determination, and a silent refusal from those within the Guild to let destruction be their final chapter.
Reconstruction began almost immediately after clearing the battlefield. As each morning sun rose and dipped again into twilight, the once-devastated compound slowly reshaped itself under the hands of workers, Adventurers, and craftsmen alike.
