The players from the Black Dragon Guild were like bulldozers, advancing one step at a time. The few from Sanguine Alliance, on the other hand, were retreating as they fought. Soon, they were forced into a corner with their backs against the wall.
In the face of the overbearing Black Dragon Guild's players, a feeling of desperation crept up in Sanguine Warflag's heart. He unwillingly cried out, "No, this isn't possible. How are we defeated so quickly?"
Upon seeing his Boss landing in such a state, Sanguine Stormbringer let out a regretful sigh.
Sanguine Stormbringer wasn't looking down on Sanguine Warflag, but rather, he himself knew that he would be in the same state as Sanguine Warflag if he were in his shoes.
It was always clearer to see from the outside and everything Sanguine Warflag did was reasonably sound.
