"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Bowstrings thrummed in an unbroken weave, and a rain of arrows blotted out the sky above the Abyssal Vanguard. Amid the wet thuds of arrows piercing flesh and the agonized howls of Abyssal Creatures came the occasional sound of a body hitting the ground or splashing into the River Styx.
The guilds formed by the players themselves had united scattered players into a cohesive force, delivering dazzling performances and spectacular results in this planar war.
However, the Abyssal Vanguard was no pushover. These armies drawn from the various Abyssal Planes consisted mostly of cannon-fodder races with little strength, but their numbers were simply overwhelming. No matter how many arrows the players fired, they only checked the invasion at the outset. Despite massive losses, the vanguard pressed forward with unstoppable momentum until its advance troops reached the shore. Tens of thousands of Abyssal Creatures had been seething with rage. The moment they stepped off the Ferrymen's bone boats, they launched suicidal attacks against the players surrounding them, their reckless ferocity enough to make anyone's scalp prickle.
Along the narrow coastline, the landed Abyssal Creatures clashed with the players. The sharp ringing of weapons, the slicing of blades through flesh, the snapping of sinews, the cracking of scales, and beastlike roars mingled into a stirring symphony that echoed overhead.
After more than half a year of experimentation, the players had developed a dizzying succession of builds beyond the original wraith opening build, banshee possession build, and Giant Skeleton Assembly Build.
For example, the Skeleton Mage character was only available after spending one Gold Soul Coin to become VIP1. Its innate skill summoned Skeleton Soldiers, which were pitifully weak, generally only Soul Scholars and at most Spirit Masters—the fighter jets of garbage, so to