Albrecht did not look away from the Avatar of the True Grid. He shifted his weight, driving his heavy iron boot downward.
Valerius's spine snapped with a loud, sickening crunch. The Level 215 Guild Master died instantly, his body dissolving into useless blue pixels before the blood could even pool on the marble floor.
"I don't play games," Albrecht said. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the ruined cathedral.
The Avatar adjusted the cuffs of his pitch-black suit. He didn't look at the dead Guild Master. His solid blue eyes remained fixed on Albrecht.
"That is the core issue, Albrecht Von Eisen," the Avatar said, tapping his silver cane against the floor. "The humans in this server understood their roles. They farmed, they leveled up, and they fed the True Grid
