Night Cherry Tangle vanished from the terrace.
The sea of a million players in the square froze for a moment, then erupted.
They did not scatter. They burst into even fiercer action.
"Quick! Back to the city! Sort through your storage and bring every potion and scroll!"
"Fuck it, I'm in! No risk, no reward! Hall of Heroes, here I come!"
"Everyone in our guild, report to headquarters for a meeting immediately! Anyone out in the field has five minutes to get back!"
Panic?
Unease?
The lavish rewards of the Courage Ladder and the Hall of Heroes burned those feelings away in an instant.
In their place came fervor and ambition so fierce they could barely contain it.
Yan Country players had never lacked people willing to risk their lives.
They had only seemed content because nothing had been worth fighting to the death for.
Now the gods themselves had hung the richest prize high above their heads.
Go and seize it!
Stake their lives on it!
White beams of teleportation shot up across the square, so thick they looked like a rain of light falling in reverse.
In less than ten minutes, the sea of people that could have suffocated anyone afraid of crowds had vanished without a trace.
Only the mage [Debate of Truth], stripped of everything by Divine Punishment, lay sprawled on the ground like a heap of mud. No one paid him any attention.
Even the wind in Magic City seemed to grow restless ahead of the coming storm.
High in the sky, the blood-red countdown watched the madness about to unfold below like a cold, unfeeling eye.
At the same time, posts on the Yan Country War Zone's official forum refreshed faster than ever before.
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