The group of players watched as their attacks landed on the enemy. A realization dawned on them, elevated positions significantly boosted their range.
"Damn," one of them muttered, watching their leader coordinate the chaos below. "The Guildmaster's always thinking ahead. That's why he's number one on the leaderboard."
The group's confidence in Ethan swelled. Energized, they attacked with reckless abandon, flinging skills and projectiles as if they were free.
Below, their enemies scrambled. Despite being well-geared, the opposing side couldn't withstand the focused assault from over fifty ranged classes.
Within seconds, ten players were down, their fallen bodies scattering loot across the battlefield. A few nearby teammates rushed forward to claim the spoils, but the items vanished into thin air.
"Shit, they've got a rogue clearing the battlefield!" someone shouted from Nightfall's squad.
