《The Toys of the Fool》Arc 1 Prologue - The Sleeping Sheep Centre
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The Sleeping Sleep Centre.
A low ranking Independent Guild that serves under the Emperor and Ahreupen Kingdom.
However it occupies a whole city while others, dozens occupies a single city at a time.
It was a low ranking Independent Guild at all, but also something that was akin to a trump card.
It was known as something else as well to very few.
The First Independent Guild.
Another thing that was even less known about it.
That the System itself was created for this Guild to move anywhere at any time without restraints.
The three leaders of the Guild are known as bringers of Death and Destruction to the battlefields.
Where ever they went was not 'Victory' or 'Failure' but only 'Annihilation'.
However they too remain hidden like the Guild they run.
For the strong that prosecuted by the weak, especially those who have no ill will.
However most don't even know this guild even existed.
They only have a few true members in the Guild.
A dozen or so at most which allows it to remain weak and puny for others to see.
Independent Guilds were measured by their numbers even if the system is based off merits.
There were only a few beings in Royal Road that can completely overrule logic.
But those types of people were gathered in a single Guild.
It was the perfect disguise for fools to come
This dozen or so are some of the strongest that have ever existed.
Three that are akin to fear to the Gods themselves.
Six that brought victory to the Kingdom in the light; the strongest of each role.
Six that brought only death for the Kingdom in the night; monsters of the highest tier.
All of them tells legends and myths of the distant past.
Even to the point that they rival the Emperor's own legend but remain in the shadows.
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But all of them unexpectedly disappeared from sight.
And so they remain as legends and myths of the distant past.
As such they hold another name only to those who known true terror.
The Strongest Independent Guild.
Led by the three strongest players in Royal Road.
Led by those who cannot be considered 'mortal' anymore, they are true rulers in their powers.
Led by those who have enough power to keep the highest power, the Emperor in check.
However soon....they will gain extra members.
Little Hatchings unknown to the world yet.
And soon they will come out of the shadows.
All others will fall before them and All others will run from them.
Only when a true crisis will they appear.
For they are the First and Strongest.
For a certain person was unfortunate enough to deal with the numerous crisis that still plague the world.
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Author's Notes:
- Third Prologue....one more to go
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