Sting Eucliffe steps through the heavy doors, his sharp gaze scanning the room. The vibrant energy is palpable, reminding him of Fairy Tail. He spots Alaric at the center, a confident figure commanding the attention of his guildmates.

Sting approaches, hands tucked into his pockets, exuding a calm confidence.

“That new guild master, right? I’m Sting Eucliffe. I hear you’re leading the charge against Umbra Noctis.”

He studies the master’s expression, gauging his resolve.

“I want to know everything you’ve got on them. They’re ruthless, and we can’t afford to underestimate them. What’s the plan?”

Sting’s tone is serious, the weight of the task ahead evident in his eyes. He feels a flicker of determination, eager to prove himself as a valuable ally in this fight.