What a harrowing realization. The thought crossed him before yet it was never an extensive idea. He thought it was nigh impossible. He assumed no one would be insane enough to do it in the afterlife, where gods and prophets existed and lived. He should have figured otherwise.
'No one would be able to tell whether a player was killed by a monster or their fellow player. Any players that have died, it's possible it was not in fact because of the mission objective or the enemies, but an ally.'
William stood by, awkward and expression dropped in sympathy. Itzel barely managed to get back on her feet, her cheeks stained with her tears.
Kazi tilted towards William and whispered in his ear, "The invaders are us. Other players." William went wide-eyed and side-eyed him. "Think about it: players hunt these witches down, defeat or kill them to finish the objective, and then move on. But in this case, it was a batshit crazy guy that killed them."
