Just give me half of the stuff in your backpacks, and I'll let you go. But the apology stays—mandatory."
The players exchanged uncertain glances, still locked in combat with the relentless wolves. Sweat dripped from their brows as they fought to hold their ground.
"You're insane!" one of them shouted, his voice filled with frustration and panic.
Ignoring Arthur's ultimatum, a few players broke from the group, deciding to make a run for it.
Their hope was unfortunately short-lived.
Borak barreled through the trees like a wrecking ball, and Hank descended from the skies. Screams echoed as the rogue players were swiftly cut down.
[You have killed a level 5 Player!]
[You have killed a level 5 Player!]
[You have killed a level 4 Player!]
Arthur let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head in disappointment.
