[SIDE STORY]
[Ragnar, Sumeri, Nikolai]
"Stop it!" one of the players shouted, their voice cracking with frustration.
"We should be stopping the ritual, not fighting each other!"
The words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the original goal that had been overshadowed by the internal discord.
But in the frenzy of battle and betrayal, rationality seemed to have been swept away, leaving only the bitter taste of conflict and confusion.
In the midst of the chaotic clash between players and NPCs, a subtle transformation gripped the heart of the battleground.
The ancient World Tree, Yggdrasil, seemed to wither before their eyes. Its once vibrant leaves turned brittle and fell like golden rain, dissipating into motes of ethereal light.
