Thunder began growling in the sky. The surroundings started to darken as, on top of the edge of a hill, a not ordinary player stood with a sword resting on his right palm, his glare, menacing and unshaken.
In front of him was death for others, while for some, it was mercy.
But for this player… it was nothing.
He dashed forward and vanished in an instant. Everything turned into ashes... what was thought to be death for others became nothing but dust beneath his strike.
He landed like a meteor upon the ground, and everything around him burned. His head was held high, his sword gleaming beside his burning eyes, eyes called by duty, not by anger or hatred.
Guild Masters stood thousands of levels above ordinary captains, beings who had lived through countless centuries of wars, challenges,
