A woman with brown hair and greenish armor strode forward with an expression of pure irritation. It was Jovina, and in front of her was a group of dozens of players, all readying themselves for battle.
"This Maylock is so full of crap," she muttered. "Why do I have to fight these low-level idiots? I should be fighting someone far stronger than this."
"Fighting a beast master is simple—just kill the user before they can summon their stupid pets," one of the players said as they took up their positions.
"Yeah, she thinks she's safe coming here alone."
"Hey, Jovina, your mouth is full of garbage, you asshole. You'd better shut that filthy mouth, because we're going to take you down easily!"
"Ch!" Jovina scoffed, spitting in their direction. "You are truly pathetic players who can only admire us from afar. Don't worry, I'll show you just how powerful my 'stupid' pet really is!"
