Nearly a week had passed since Dexter's infamous rampage in the PK Zone near Sunscar Kingdom.
Rumors of a glitch-exploiting players who could swap weapons mid-combat now dominated tavern talk across the region — especially in Sunscar's bustling plazas where the death toll allegedly exceeded two thousand victims, most perishing to those devastating Guillotine Blades suicide strikes base from the survivors.
Today, Dexter lounged against the stable counter in a new muscular form, his sculpted arms casually folded as he chatted up the flustered female clerk now handling mount sales.
"Come on, beautiful," Dexter leaned across the counter with a roguish grin.
"70,000 for a Sabertooth Mount? I'll make it worth your while..." His fingers drummed the wood suggestively. "Maybe trade you something... bigger?"
The clerk maintained her professional smile, though her ears reddened.
"Apologies, sir. Sabertooths are the most sought-after mounts for Uncharted Zone traversal. The price is firm."
