Seeing Astaroth's and Phoenix's wide eyes and dropped jaws, Khalor knew he had made his point. He cancelled his skill, turning back to face them.
"So. Do you think I can hold a good amount of players?"
Astaroth nodded, while Phoenix still held some reservations.
"Even if that was indeed impressive, there is still one question I have. How long can you have that open?"
"Long enough."
Phoenix didn't look satisfied with his response.
"Listen. It's not as long as we would need to kill every single player. But it is long enough to drive in them the fear of death. And that would be enough to drive most of them away."
"I don't understand. Why do you want to drive them away after dragging them here in the first place?"
"I want the smart ones to leave. The stupid, warmongering idiots will stay and keep trying until they've been decimated. Those are the ones that need to be taken down."
"I doubt it will go down like that."
