"Landlord! You crafty bastard!" Infuriated and frustrated, Mr. Frosty cursed out loud while glaring at the golden beam of light that was moving swiftly away from them.
'You might have lowered our numbers, but you have offended everyone who remained!' He sneered as he focused back on what left of the players.
Some were hiding behind rocks while some still fighting with bloodied bodies and murderous gazes.
"ENOUGH FIGHTING DAMN IT! LANDLORD IS ESCAPING!"
Mr. Frosty furious proclamation resounded in the tunnel, forcing the players to halt throwing abilities and remember what was their target in the first place.
They all glanced above their heads and saw that the golden beam was truly moving away from them.
"He played you all like a fool with one inducement!" Mr. Frosty continued shouting while pointing his finger at the golden beam, "He set everything up in order to lower our numbers and build distrust between us."
