Screams and cries filled the night, echoing like thunder across the battlefield. One by one, dozens of players exploded into shimmering particles, fading into the air.
"Quick! At least one of you—!" Hugo's voice was cut short when his body disintegrated before he could even finish his sentence. His health bar dropped to zero, and he vanished into nothingness, leaving only fragments of light behind. His entire guild—Great Dynasty—followed soon after.
The same fate befell Sleeping Dragon. Their leader, Hixel, glared fiercely at Black Lion as the last of his HP drained away.
"You'll pay for this!" he roared, fury twisting his face before his body burst into motes of dust and disappeared.
The once-crowded battlefield now lay eerily silent except for the crackling fires and distant echoes of the Night Thing's screeches.
