Each guild stood firm, their formation tight and their focus locked on Sharina. Protecting the Orc Chieftain was their priority, and they were determined not to let anything touch her. Their eyes never strayed from her—even as the earth trembled and the Night Thing loomed above them.
"Don't just stand there! Help us defeat the Night Thing!" Sharina shouted, her voice raw with frustration.
But the players didn't move. They knew what she didn't—the real objective of this mission wasn't to defeat the monster.
For some strange reason, the Night Thing wasn't targeting the players at all. Its blood-red eyes were fixed on Draki's group—on Sharina's son specifically. Every time Sharina tried to draw its attention, the creature ignored her and went straight for Draki.
