"What now?" Ren asked, a small smile playing across his lips as he tilted his head at Eric. "You still want to take a go at it?"
Eric's eyes flicked toward the crowd gathering behind World Conqueror. The only guilds of real weight standing with Ren were Golden Phoenix and Guns and Knives. The others were minor groups—annoying, but hardly worth considering in a serious battle.
Even so, numbers were numbers.
If a fight really broke out, Eric knew his side might win, but victory wouldn't come without casualties. And with the World Boss still roaming freely, undefeated and growing more dangerous by the minute, they couldn't afford to waste whatever forces they had left.
There were too many unknowns. Too many "what ifs."
What if Ren was telling the truth and he didn't have the Scepter?
What if he already stored it in the Bank?
What if White Unicorn ended up killing Ren only to gain nothing?
