Stark stepped into the glowing crimson portal, the exit of the [Demonic Ruins].
After a brief pull, his vision shifted.
A second later, he was standing outside again, the chill air of the open plains brushing against him.
Finally, fresh air.
But the first thing Stark noticed wasn't the wind. It was the crowd.
The pit of the [Demonic Ruins] had drawn in more players.
Many stood close, peering into the darkness of the hole, while others fought against the monsters nearby.
The noise of conversation and weapons clashing echoed everywhere.
"Wait, look! Is that Oblivion?"
"No way, he came out of the portal!"
"That means the pit's indeed the entrance to the zone?"
"Hold up… if he's coming out, doesn't that mean he already cleared it?"
The comments spread quickly through the crowd.
Dozens of players stopped what they were doing and stared at Stark, the name [Oblivion] being the most famous one and all.
