After killing all the monsters, Arthur collected the dropped items.
His Rare backpack was already filled with loot, but luckily a few backpacks had dropped among the spoils, so he used them to store the items. Without those, he would've been forced to leave items behind.
As he secured the last of the loot, a notification sounded in his mind. The countdown had reached zero.
Meanwhile, back at the village.
Players clustered around the four gates, weapons drawn and their nerves frayed. The atmosphere buzzed with apprehension as everyone braced for the impending Monster Horde.
Lieutenant Adam stood at the forefront of the eastern gate, flanked by a group of experienced players he had picked. His expression was stern, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement.
The silence felt oppressive, like the calm before a devastating storm.
