There seemed to be an endless stream of players attempting to eliminate me, their motives unclear. The bounty on my head must be substantial for so many to risk taking me down. However, most of the attackers are lower-level players and not very powerful. They are not Gods or goddesses, but rather a mix of low-level witches, centaurs, and other creatures.
I had no qualms about disposing of them, their feeble attacks barely scratched my armor, and the enchantments in my sword made quick work of their defenses.
My health had barely been affected, so I wasn't worried about getting defeated. What worried me was how many players I had already taken down and when they would stop sacrificing themselves for a reward.
The more enemies I defeated, the more seemed to take their place. It was a bittersweet victory.
Frustration boiled in my chest as I glared at Thanatos, who was desperately trying to hold off the relentless onslaught of players.
