Every Death Associates member who saw the scene was agitated. One of their members had been killed. The perpetrator was right in front of them. Shouldn't they attack?
Yet, White Death had asked them to stand down, both with a hand signal and in a party chat message.
"As expected of the World Maker. Incredible skill," White Death praised. He didn't show any sign of being offended by Ronald's action.
"Heh," Ronald simply responded with a snicker.
"Let us focus on the task at hand," White Death said, trying to defuse the situation and steer it to his intended path. "We are here to defeat the guild headquarters before us. With your group's help, this operation is sure to succeed."
"Hmph. Just get this over with. I have no time for small fries," Ronald said. "Summon your guild troops and mount your attack. We will act accordingly."
"Yes. Let's not delay this any further," White Death agreed. He summoned the guild army control platform.
