Almost every guild pointed their fingers at Ren's group.
"Those guys are cheating!" someone shouted. "There's no way they could still have that many members after fighting Gorm!"
Fredrick crossed his arms, eyes scanning the crowd. "Look at us! Most guilds barely have three to five people left, and they still have more than half of theirs. That's impossible. There's got to be foul play!"
"Please wait a moment while we process your concern," the Rabbit announced. A small processing bar appeared above its fuzzy head, loading slowly like an old progress bar.
Everyone waited, whispering and glaring at Ren's team.
When the bar finally filled, the Rabbit shook its fur, pushed its tiny glasses up its nose, and said, "According to the system, Fighting Lambs and Roaring Tigers…"
The crowd leaned forward, holding their breath.
"…did not violate any rules. They defeated Gorm fair and square."
"WHAT?!"
"That's impossible!"
