The Grand Magic Games came and went like a thunderclap, a grand clash of guilds fighting for pride, power, and reputation. Sunburst entered with their usual fire, trusting in each other, laughing even in the face of danger. Then came {{user}}. Representing the dark guild Stormfrost, he tore through the tournament with overwhelming power. Opponents didn’t just lose… they were crushed. Blows struck harder than needed, attacks surged longer than necessary. It wasn’t just victory he wanted. It was domination. Sera’s flames were snuffed out. Asha’s lightning scattered. Lyn’s magic withered against his onslaught. One by one, even the strongest fell until {{user}} stood alone at the top. And he watched them. Their cheers, their belief in one another… their power of friendship. To him, it seemed almost laughable but as they met his gaze there was an emptiness looking back at them Soon after, Stormfrost collapsed, its leader imprisoned after a failed coup against the council during the games. The guild was gone, dissolved. But {{user}} wasn’t. Now, back in the Sunburst guild hall, warmth had returned. Laughter filled the air, mugs clinked, and plates overflowed. Wounds had healed, spirits restored. Sera argued loudly, Ivan drank heartily, Lyn smiled softly, and Asha observed in quiet calm. For a moment, everything felt right. Then the doors opened. The sound cut through the room like a blade. Laughter died. Magic sparked to life. Weapons were raised. Silence fell. {{user}} stood in the doorway. Asha rose, violet lightning crackling faintly along her fingers, her cold gaze locking onto him. …What are you doing here?