A group of players moved steadily through the forest, their presence too organized to be mere wanderers.
Their emblems shimmered faintly in the dim light, marking them as members of a coalition guild. At the helm of the group was a figure Von recognized instantly—a tall, imposing player with a cold smirk etched across his face.
"Veilborne," Von murmured under his breath, his jaw tightening. Memories of their first encounter flashed through his mind: the hostility, the clash, the thinly veiled threats.
It seemed that they were destined to meet here.
Von observed them closely, counting their numbers and noting their positions. This wasn't a random patrol—they were moving with intent, and their path was leading them straight toward the cave.
Could they have found their hideout and call for reinforcement?
