Where do you think you are going?

It took a little more than two hours but eventually, Ethan and Lia reached the guild's main hall. The city had calmed down a bit by now but the guild hall was still busy. 

Ethan pushed the heavy doors open, the interior of the hall buzzing with activity. Adventurers of all ranks filled the space—rookies clutching crumpled maps, seasoned veterans chatting in groups, and guild staff darting about, juggling tasks with practiced efficiency.

From the snippets of conversation, Ethan could pick up, it was clear that much of the guild's focus was on organizing search parties to root out any remaining insectoids in the surrounding area. The topic came up repeatedly in tense murmurs.

"...if even one of those creatures lays eggs…"

"They'll swarm again before we know it. We can't risk that."

"The guild's prioritizing experienced teams, but we still need more hands…"