"Why... is the door closed?" A Swordsman frantically hacked at the bronze gate, showering his face in sparks, but the door didn't budge an inch.
"The system's bugged! It has to be a bug!"
The players remained in a state of chaos.
Ilfang dragged his giant nodachi behind him with one hand, the blade plowing a deep groove into the bluestone floor.
Its knees bent slightly, causing the stone slabs to crack and splinter. In an instant, its massive body crossed a distance of thirty meters, and it swung the nodachi in a wide, horizontal arc.
The air screamed as it was torn apart.
Three Mages didn't even have time to raise their Magic Staffs before their bodies were sliced in two.
The cuts were perfectly smooth. Blood and viscera instantly erupted, drenching the heads and faces of the players nearby.
"Ahhh—"
The incredibly realistic pain feedback sent the remaining players into a complete meltdown.
