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“You guys are so slow. I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes already.”

As soon as he logged in, Zane saw Endless Sea lying on the ground, staring at the stars out of boredom. Luckily, no ghouls had wandered over. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have even known how he died.

Fia was still standing silently in the same place, waiting without saying a word.

A few minutes later, YoyoPink also logged in. Now the group was complete.

“Everyone ready? Then let’s move out!” Zane announced.
“Wait.” It was Fia who spoke.
“What is it?” Zane asked, puzzled.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead lowering her gaze and focusing inward. Moments later, her eyes snapped open, filled with alarm. “How could this be…”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s him… That dreadful deathly aura is drawing near.”

“Deathly aura? Don’t tell me it’s the Death Knight you mentioned earlier…” Zane’s heart skipped. They knew a confrontation was inevitable, but he hadn’t braced himself for it just yet.

Tension hung thick in the air. Three minutes passed. Still, there was no movement.

‘Did we just get tricked?’ Just as Zane began to doubt, the minimap lit up, a small yellow dot and a massive red one were quickly approaching.

The red dot was clearly the Death Knight. But the yellow one… a player!?

…

On the Grayridge Plains, two groups stood locked in a tense standoff.

On the left stood the guild members of “Nether Dawn,” every name marked with the Guild Name. At the front of their formation were Duskwraith and Icefruit. Their numbers hovered around fifty, organized into ten five-man parties.

Their swordsmen and knights had already taken formation at the front line. Under the moonlight, their black-scaled armor gleamed, clearly not your average gear.

On the right stood a more loosely organized crowd. Their usernames varied wildly but carried a rugged, martial flair. Names like “Lancebreaker,” “LastBlade,” and “Windsunder” gave off a roguish, martial-style charm. At their head stood their guildmaster: Cloudsworn.

Compared to Nether Dawn, the right-hand side had sheer numbers on their side, easily over 80 players by a rough count.

“Duskwraith? You’ve only brought this many people and you still dare take on our Brotherhood? I swear, you’ll live up to your name, just another pack of wandering ghosts!” Cloudsworn jeered, and laughter erupted behind him.

“Hmph. You think numbers mean everything?” Duskwraith sneered. “You rabble couldn’t even handle one of us!”

“Damn right!”
“You tell ‘em!”

The Nether Dawn guildmates hyped each other up, refusing to lose the morale battle before the real fight began.

Cloudsworn’s expression darkened. “A third-rate guild like yours dares mess with the Brotherhood? Damn it, if we don’t teach you a lesson today, every other trash guild will think they can screw with us. Brothers, let’s tear these Nether strays apart!”

“YEAH!”

The crowd roared, the plain echoing with their stomping and shouting. Onlookers had long since backed far away, no one wanted to get accidentally swept up in the coming bloodbath.

Despite being outnumbered, Duskwraith didn’t show a hint of despair. He had full faith in his team. And besides… this time, he had a trump card.

“All our tanks, get up front! That armor isn’t for show. Now’s your time to shine! Don’t hold back on the potions, either. Just buy time for our DPS. This is it! The battle that’ll put us on the map! CHARGE!” Duskwraith bellowed.

Although formal guild systems hadn’t been implemented yet, the older, well-known groups from Glazed Lycoris Radiata already had loyal followings. Many had built strong foundations since the start of Dreamscape and were rapidly growing now, laying the groundwork for future guild formations the moment official Guild Creation Tokens were released.

And in Dreamscape, guild conflicts like this? Completely commonplace. If you wanted to start a fight, there were always plenty of reasons; standing up for your brothers, competing for grinding spots, that kind of thing.

As an established guild, suppressing up-and-comers was standard practice. And what Cloudsworn wanted to do was crush Nether Dawn’s rising momentum. They’d been far too active lately, especially since entering Dreamscape, they kept recruiting.

The real problem was that among Nether Dawn’s four core officers, two were girls. And not just average-looking either. With a touch of makeup, they could easily pass for proper beauties.

Who wasn’t a little bit of a simp?

In contrast, Brotherhood had been almost exclusively dudes since its founding. And any girls in the guild were usually someone’s tightly guarded girlfriend. Let’s be honest, not many women vibed with the guild’s purple-hued, testosterone-soaked atmosphere.

Cloudsworn had once considered crossdressing to lure in recruits, but when his members all started going blind with enthusiasm, he wisely dropped the idea.

‘Sigh… what am I doing running a guild at this age anyway? Even the neighbor’s little girl had started calling me uncle.’

As a Knight, Cloudsworn naturally took the vanguard position, one of the main reasons Brotherhood’s members stayed loyal. He led from the front.

Icefruit raised a brow as she saw him charging so fiercely. A smirk tugged at her lips. “All mages, focus fire! Blow up that bald meathead in the front!”

“Who the hell are you calling bald!?” Cloudsworn roared. “Priests, keep me healed! Watch how I take their heads in a sea of enemies!”

Though Nether Dawn was a newer guild, their coordination was solid. The mages immediately adjusted their aim, and no fewer than ten Flameburst flew toward Cloudsworn.

“Heh, that’s it?” The Brotherhood guildmaster didn’t flinch. With a sharp shout, he activated Guardian Shield, and with a deft twist of his body and shifting footwork, he dodged over half the incoming blasts!

…

He’d evaded more than half of the blasts, and thanks to the AoE healing from his priests, Cloudsworn still had two-thirds of his HP.

“Damn it!” Duskwraith cursed under his breath. That guy’s movement was way too slick!

Seeing that the focus-fire tactic wasn’t working, Icefruit shouted, “Mages, hold your Mana Surge! Wait for my mark! Assassins, move in!”

Rustle, rustle—

Suddenly, Nether Dawn’s assassins shimmered into view as they flanked wide, targeting the ever-reliable healers at the back.

“LastBlade! Protect the priests!” Cloudsworn barked in party chat.

“On it!” replied the assassin called LastBlade. He emerged from behind enemy lines, and he wasn’t alone. Seven or eight more Brotherhood assassins followed his lead.

A counter-flank!

“Don’t panic!” Icefruit shouted quickly. “Even if you trade your life for a priest, it’s worth it! If they lose healing, we win! Anyone who drops gear or levels, go claim compensation from the guildmaster!”

That worked. Nether Dawn’s assassins went all-in, throwing themselves at the priests. With no crowd control in place, the concentrated barrage of backstabs and basic attacks tore through the healers. One priest after another dropped.

Of course, the assassins didn’t live long either.

“Damn it!” Cloudsworn muttered under his breath. He’d figured out who the real threat was. Icefruit was the tactical brain behind all this. “Take her out first!”

“In your dreams!” Icefruit stuck out her tongue and slipped back into formation. As a Bard, all she needed to do was toss out buffs, no need to take fights head-on.

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