The event officially began, setting the game and the world beyond it ablaze.
Players used the spectator function, entering the names of the guilds they followed to enter their arenas with a free-moving camera.
Among them, the Divine Hall Guild, home to Divine King, became the focus of the opening matches.
As the teleportation light faded, the Divine Hall Warband appeared on the battlefield.
At their head, Divine King wore black, his hem stirring gently in an invisible current. He stood atop a Black Armor Giant Snake with his hands behind his back, gazing at the opposing guild entering in the distance.
He was the unshakable anchor of the Divine Hall Warband, its undisputed heart and soul.
Behind him, the members of the Divine Hall Warband stood in solemn ranks.
Every one of them was a divine weapon forged through countless trials, their auras condensed, their gazes sharp, their bodies storing power poised to erupt.
Merely standing there, they unleashed a battle-hardened killing presence tempered in blood and fire, unbroken through a hundred battles. It soared skyward and pressed toward their opponents like something tangible.
It was as though they were declaring to the entire arena and everyone watching what the Player Faction's strongest fighting force truly was.
The opposing warband appeared then as well, a small group of just over a thousand.
When they looked up and saw Divine King atop the Black Armor Giant Snake and the ferocious elite ranks of the Divine Hall Guild, their expressions became quite a sight.
"Fuck this game! How the hell did this shitty system match us? Out right at the start, huh?"
"Let's fight them to the death-forget it, we're just getting stomped by smurfs this round. How did we end up matched against Divine Hall? Before we came in, the