"STATUS!!!"
This word resonated throughout the continent with a myriad of emotions accompanying it. Rage, sadness, insanity, despair, guilt, defeat and death was evident in the cries that rose on the continent.
From the soul of every single mortal on the continent, the system has been erased traceless!!!
Much wailing and gnashing of teeth filled the air and the vibe of defeat and decay was permeating in cities. The vigorousness in the eyes of the adventurers was replaced by the lifeless balls rolling aimlessly in sockets. Regardless of royalty and rookie, everyone was pushed into the abyss of melancholy.
But not all were in desolation. A certain category of people was riddled with queries fuelled by barely restrained rage. Every noble on the continent was itching to grab their neck. The communication artefact entrusted with them were trembling ceaselessly, like the prelude of a disastrous earthquake.
The Saints!
