Ren felt a pounding headache forming the moment he stepped into the Twin Moon Axe Clan's territory.
The place was supposed to be a quiet Orc settlement — small, rustic, and isolated — but today, it looked like a festival sponsored by chaos itself. Guild banners waved from every direction, NPCs were shouting over one another, and players were running around like headless chickens.
The noise was enough to make a monk renounce peace.
Ren's eyes swept over the gathered guilds, recognizing too many names for his liking.
Poison Vipers. Nothing but filler players. No core members, no strategy — just leftovers pretending to be elite.
Great Dynasty. Led by Roni and his pack of arrogant heirs who thought money equaled skill. Ren could already hear their obnoxious laughter echoing through the crowd.
Black Lion. Led by Hidey. Ren's expression darkened slightly when he spotted her name among the members. Saya. Along with Mike and their little entourage of mediocrity.
