The Guild and an Unexpected Offer

Towering crystal windows reached skyward, and spire-like structures loomed overhead. The entire hall resembled a vast plaza, its floor a seamless expanse of polished moonstone. Remarkably, not a single pillar interrupted the space, amplifying the sense of grandeur and immensity.

The architecture was nothing short of magnificent.

According to Professor Sheldon, the entire edifice had sprouted from a single magical tree.

"The Crimson Vault Consortium decided to establish a branch here just half a month, maybe a month ago, and this building was completed in such a miraculous way?" Oliver couldn't help but ask.

"Indeed," Professor Sheldon replied, a hint of envy in his voice. "Their guild boasts exceptionally skilled elven druids and dwarven artisans. This magical tree began as a sapling, only as thick as a person's embrace. With a special moonlight elixir, it grows to this size in just a month."