"Melee fighters, fall back!"
A crisp, commanding voice rang out near Ethan's hiding spot. He turned toward the source and spotted a female player from Whispering Bamboo issuing orders.
From his position, he could only see her in profile. Was she the guild leader? Or maybe a high-ranking officer?
Either way, calling for melee fighters to retreat was the smart move. Unfortunately, not everyone shared that level of awareness.
"It's on the ground! Shield Tanks, get up there and hold the line!" Marcus Skeiner's voice thundered across the battlefield.
Right now, Blade Syndicate had the largest presence in Duskridge—over eight thousand members had answered the call. Marcus had practically mobilized his entire guild.
"Boss… it's level 99…" A hesitant Shield Tank barely got the words out before the Evolved Ancient Riftwalker stomped him into paste.
