Players from the City of Hope Alliance silently waited, so did the players from the Pantheon. They gathered less than a kilometer away from the City of Hope Alliance, staring fixedly at the towering city walls and the densely packed crowd atop them.
"God, God King, aren't we too close? If monsters really do appear later, wouldn't we be the first to bear the brunt of their attack?" a short man clutching a hammer hesitated to voice.
He was the Craftsman God, not one of the twelve Main Deities in the Pantheon, which means he's not a core member. However, thanks to his masterful Forge Art, he held a prominent position among the players of the Pantheon, second only to the twelve Main Deities.
"Craftsman God, don't worry. When the monsters are attacking the city, their aggro will be set on the City of Hope by the system. As long as we don't damage them, even if we are next to them, they won't attack us." The Wisdom God tenderly laughed and spoke softly.
