Stunned and bewildered, nobody could understand what had happened.
Fortunately, they were all seasoned veterans by now. After a brief daze, they quickly retreated out of the smoke and dust.
Any later, and the flames would have burned them to charcoal.
After Outlaw and the others struggled out, everyone else saw that the shock wave had left them with only two-thirds of their health.
Their faces were covered in blood, and broken components and wood splinters protruded from their bodies.
"Fuck! What the hell happened!"
WTF cursed furiously.
There had been no sign, no warning.
The NPC hadn't even finished speaking, and the quest hadn't been issued yet, when something suddenly crashed into them!
The players in the camp square said in shock, "We're not really sure what happened either."
"We just saw a huge fireball fly down from the mountaintop nearby and slam straight into this place!"
A shrill alarm was already ringing. Soldiers and players throughout the camp hurriedly pulled out their weapons and began assembling.
Looking ahead from the square, they saw that the enormous temporary tent had completely collapsed amid the thick smoke.
As the smoke and dust gradually cleared, they could see that all three hunter leaders were dead.
The horrific impact had smashed their bodies beyond recognition. The players only identified them by the enormous gold rings on their hands.
A figure stood at the center of the wreckage.
As more of the dust cleared, they saw a handsome young man wearing a white suit and red shirt.
The young man stood calmly atop the rubble, smiling.
His left foot rested on a guard from the Shadow Puppet Sanctum, who had already been smashed to pieces.
They could see that the guard wasn't human, but a mechanical puppet.
In his hand, he gripped a