Usher's furious and helpless roar echoed through the stronghold. None of his subordinates dared to even breathe too loudly.
Even within SSR, the crown jewel of the esports world, no one could raise their head in front of Usher. To most, he wasn't a guild leader—he was a kingmaker, a puppet master. But that iron grip, that untouchable power, had been shattered.
All because of one man.
"Save the drama. Die quietly," came a cold voice from above.
The war drums pounded. Orson and the Crimson Lizard King hovered high above Bone Dragon Stronghold, already waiting.
"He's here… that bastard's actually here! Everyone, get ready!"
"For our guild master! For our rise to become Infinite Dimensions' number one guild—kill him!"
Hundreds of Dragon's Kiss Guild players roared in defiance. Orson's relentless advance had lit a fire under them. But facing a Chaos Mage whose range stretched five kilometers, their cries would only become the opening notes of a funeral march.
"Die."
