As a precaution, he did not summon the Wildsea Candle Dragon and headed toward the Corpse Ghouls' territory alone...
"Vice Captain, are we really just letting him go in there... will he be okay? Isn't it too dangerous?"
After the squad withdrew to a safe area, one member could not help looking back the way they had come.
"He chose this path. Whatever happens, he'll have to bear the consequences himself."
"We've done everything we can. At worst, he'll die once and respawn."
Another shook his head. "Let's check on the others first. Hopefully nothing serious happened... Haven't people on the forums been saying repeated deaths might have lasting side effects? Even the officials have warned us to die as little as possible."
They hurried to the nearest resurrection point. Only after seeing their other teammates standing unharmed in the resurrection circle did they breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sixty-Six" and "Ten Is Ten," a pair of brothers, leaned against a stone pillar and spoke quietly-they both played in the same region.
They were also longtime partners in the same guild. One carried a shield, the other wielded a sword, and they had always been the team's most reliable front line.
They had led the melee fighters in holding off the pursuers earlier, covering everyone else's retreat.
"Captain, are you guys okay? Were those Corpse Ghouls especially hard to deal with?"
Sixty-Six shuddered at the question, as though dragged back to the moment when the Corpse Ghouls had surrounded him.
The last things he had seen were a foul-smelling mouth and a writhing throat-even knowing it was a game, that chill seemed to have pierced his very marrow.
He rubbed his arms and said hoarsely, "Don't even mention it. Those things are seriously creepy."
"Watching myself get swallowed alive...