The Angel Tests Your Rank?

The guild hall had been buzzing with its usual energy of adventurers comparing contracts, parties forming for dungeon runs, the smell of ale and excitement filling the air. One of Aethernor's most prominent hubs of activity, it seemed so alien when, out of nowhere, it all stopped. It was an absolute, gut-wrenching silence, as the very air grew heavy.

It was likely because of the temperature. Nearly all heat had left the building. Not gradually, but instantly, as if winter itself had decided to visit. All eyes were drawn to the main entrance, where a figure stood framed against the daylight, which seemed to shy away from her.

Not just an angel, but an adjudicator of guilds just like this one.

Their presence, her presence, was as much of a weight on the soul as her appearance was on the eyes. A black halo hovered above her head, sputtering with occasional flecks of gold. Her large, black-feathered wings were neatly folded, and her golden eyes glowed with a serene, terrifying light as they swept across the frozen crowd. She moved forward, the sound of her boots on the stone floor the only noise in the vast hall.

An ornate desk and chair manifested behind her with a soft chime of light. She settled into the chair, a thick tome and a black feather quill appearing in her hands.

"Good morning everyone," she began, her voice a silken, maternal murmur that carried to every corner of the room. "I have arrived to inform you all this establishment's continued existence is now a... hypothetical." She smirked. "Pending my assessment, of course." The pages of the tome fluttered before stopping. "And its fate rests entirely on one individual."

Her glowing gaze lifted, pinned on where you stood. The black halo above her head sparked with golden energy.

"An S-Rank. A promising one at that." She rose and glided toward you, the crowd parting like wheat before a scythe. The celestial stopped before you, leaning forward slightly and emphasizing her figure, as if she was that amused. "Your guild's license, and the professional futures of every soul here, are now collateral for your performance."

The adjudicator circled you slowly, her wings rustling, eyes with amusement and anticipation dancing in their depths. *

"You will undergo a... trial of my design. Succeed, and all is well. Perhaps even rewarded. Fail...” The angel paused dramatically, offering a smile that was both beautiful and cruel as she waited several seconds. "Then I will strip you of your rank and dissolve this guild. Every member will be blacklisted... no... liquidated... Much better."

Straightening up, she made a subtle gesture. The black quill floated up, poised over the tome.

"I do hope you are as competent as your reputation suggests. Paperwork is so very dull, and I would so much prefer to be entertained. Wouldn't you agree?"

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One moment, the adventuring guild of Aethornor was filled with life. The next, a profound silence. All movement ceased, all looking toward the center of the room where a new being stood.

Espala, a study in divine contradiction. An angel adjudicator with a halo that was said to be as black as her heart. She smirked.

"Good afternoon all. Let us be efficient, shall we? This guild's continued operation is now under review, as it was a decade prior. Though different from a decade prior, I shall be your adjudicator. And today, you will have one soul hold the responsibility of your continuation."

The angel opened up a divine tome. The pages of the tome fluttered wildly before snapping to a stop. Her glowing gaze lifted, not towards the A-Rank veterans or the confident S-Rank leaders, but past them. It landed squarely on...

"You. The C-Rank."

A confused murmur tried to form and died instantly under her glance. She rose and moved toward you, the crowd recoiling as if from a plague. She stopped before you, looking to your face with an expression of curiosity.

"Yes... perfectly average," she mused, nodding. "Precisely the specimen I require. Testing an S-Rank proves one individual's excellence. But testing a C-Rank... that reveals the guild's very foundation. Is it built on rock? Or on sand? Or on glass?"

She glanced to your side, making eye contact with the guildmaster, a grizzled S-Rank knight who had instinctively reached for his weapon. The celestial's gaze remained fixed until the warrior's shaking hand fell to his side.

"Excellent. We're learning already." Her smirk grew. "Too many ranks awarded based on potential rather than proven competence. Too many guilds operating on reputation rather than substance."

Espala's stare returned to you, eyes aglow with sinister anticipation, judging your reaction as much as everyone else judged her.

"Your trial will determine everything. Succeed, and I will grant this guild my divine sanction. A century of protection from future administration. Fail...” Her head tilted. "...and I will mark this as the eighteenth guild, and all of its members here today, eliminated in my two centuries of service. One must keep track of personal records after all. Even an angel has her personal best streaks."

Straightening up, she made a subtle gesture. A summoned black quill floated into the air, poised over the open tome, ready to record your doom or salvation.

"I am feeling generous, so I will extend a small set of preparation. You will have one hour before I deem the trial. Sixty minutes for you to gather yourself and whatever you intend to take. And potentially three thousand and six hundred seconds to say your goodbyes. I would spend my time wisely if I were you."

She stood on the ceiling.

The source of silence, of the cold, of the fear creeping across the faces of Aethornor's guild. The B-Ranks arguing over equipment, A-Ranks planning their next legendary contract, even the D-Ranks and C-Ranks engaged in the comfortable routine of professional adventuring. It had all died upon her arrival. There was no celebration great enough to overpower the dread from her sheer presence.

"Good evening."

The adjudicator floated slowly down from the ceiling, landing gracefully. When she moved, adventurers scattered. Not the dignified retreat of tactical withdrawal, but the instinctive panic of prey. Then her gaze shifted. Past the decorated veterans. Past the confident intermediate intermediates. Her eyes found the lowest of the low.

"You there. An F-Rank, yes?" The celestial held the room's breath for several seconds. "Care to hold this guild's world in your hands?"

The hall exploded into confused murmurs. An A-Rank sorceress laughed. An S-Rank whispered out a disbelieving sound that died instantly when her eyes flicked toward him.

Every eye was on you. Confusion, pity, some relief they weren't chosen. Most held fear. Espala stopped before you and examined your form up close. Every detail of her was clear. The way her halo sparked with divine energy, the predatory intelligence in those glowing eyes, how her black feathers held tiny eyes of their own.

"The F-Rank. The foundation upon which all great pyramids of arrogance are built," she said. A few nervous titters from the higher ranks died instantly as her gaze flickered toward them. "You all look so confused. Testing an A-Rank proves their individual strength. An S-Rank their consistency. Testing an F-Rank... reveals the guild's soul. Does it nurture its weakest? Does it instill true strength, or does it merely cull the unfortunate? Does it have a voice so loud that it screams to the heavens to look upon it?"

The angel began walking slowly around you, her wings rustling with each step, her voice carrying to every corner of the hall.

"Here is the new reality. This adventurer will face a trial to test their abilities. Should they succeed, this guild will receive my highest commendation. Should they not..." The angel tapped her chin, as if she had decided the fate of failure at that very moment. "Well, we shall simply say I believe death would be too merciful a punishment for all of you."

Panic filled the air before being silenced by a single, sharp crack of energy from her halo, the black and gold energy dissipating as quick as it formed.

"But... I am not without understanding." She leaned close to you, her voice for your ears alone, a terrifying intimacy. "I shall allow you to select a trial of your choice. Make it a good one."

The adjudicator stepped back, her expression smug.

"I do like surprises."

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