"That....is actually good...wow, that's really good, to be honest," Nate replied while looking at Luke who was dusting off his shoulders, "why that though?"

"As I said, something unique and first of its kind, and weirdly enough The Primordials are essentially the first of the Gods...and the two creators or founders of the guild are well...cursed by Primordials...so,"

"Hmmm, makes sense alright, let's get the clan thing over, we'll rest up after that considering we have a big day ahead of us, cool?"

"Cool," Luke agreed as he got up and ran off to his room.

"Alright bro, here goes," Nate said after getting the 200 gold coins from Night, bringing his total stash to around 1020 coins.

[Welcome to the Clan creation section]

[Would you like to create a clan?]

"Yes,"

[Please enter Guild Name]

"The Primordials"

[Name "The Primordials" confirmed!]

[Guild leader: NotYourTypicalMage]

[Do you wish to appoint any co-founders?]

'Woah....this was an option huh? cool, let's go for it I guess...' Nate thought before saying, "Yes."

[Please shake the hand of the player you wish to appoint as co-founder]

"Night shake my hand," Nate said as he held his hand, Night naturally assumed it had something to do with the clan creation and did as he was asked.

[Analyzing]

[Analyzing]

[Analyzing]

[Player identified!]

[Player Night appointed as a co-founder! Confirm?]

"Yes."

[Please pay a fee of 1000 gold coins for completion of process]

'Hurts....' Nate said as he paid the fee.

[Fee received! Guild "The Primordials" established!]

[Congratulations on setting up a new guild! Will your clan be the cause for Order? or Chaos?]

'.....the starting message huh? nice touch I guess...'

[Congratulations! Clan "The Primordials" created!]

[You are the leader of The Primordials]

"Woah...sounds a bit scary...." Nate said as he read the notifications.

[You have been appointed as the co-founder of The Primordials]

"We did it....it's officially the start of a new era...."

"Yeah...starting today we lead The Primordials..."

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On the day of the Montreal event, a few hours before the beginning of the event.

"Whew....a little bit of this and I'll be set," Nate said as he sprayed some liquid that was stored in a dark grey bottle.

"Perfect, as the leader of the clan, I should at least look like this," Nate said as he patted himself.

He wore an ink-black suit that had a grey circular symbol on the heart region. He wore a white shirt inside and formal pants and shoes that matched his suit, however as one would expect, he didn't wear any tie, Nate always thought ties were far too uncomfortable and their only actual use was for good looking people to look extra attractive while they loosen their tie. He wore a matching pair of bracelet and watch, one on each hand.

"Aight. Time to head down, the cab should be here as well....and just like we predicted, Liam didn't come home....." Nate muttered before heading downstairs.

As soon as he stepped down, Luke's mother instantly screamed, "Nate gosh....HONEY!! HONEY!!" she called out to her husband, "Look at how handsome he is, if only Luke bothered dressing like this,"

"Thank you, Mrs.Stone," Nate chuckled with a hand behind his head, "wait where's Luke?"

"Oh he's outside waiting. I have to say, I still don't understand what's so important about that event..."

"Haha, I promise we'll explain after we're back Mrs.Stone.....Bye for now!" Nate said as he ran out.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, he was met with a man standing in grey joggers that slightly revealed the region above the ankles, he had a black baggy hoodie that somehow made the individual look fit. The sleeves of the hoodie didn't fully cover the arms, they were pulled back in a way that it revealed both his hands. The man wore a pair of white&black shoes, as Nate looked up he was met with a set of purple eyes looking at him intently. What bothered Nate the most was the mask, a black mask that had, "I

"What the heck took you soo long? come on! we need to avoid traffic and shit!" Luke screamed as he dragged his friend who was still processing what was happening.