Rustle rustle rustle…

The sound of hooves and boots trekking through snow rang incessantly. We were making our way toward the energy screen. It was frigid, but everyone looked like they were full of energy.

I took a moment to tally our numbers. Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls still had about 200,000 players after clearing out the necropoleis, but the other guilds could only do worse. Both the mobs and the bosses were no joke, and only the strongest parties could defeat the corpse eaters and the undead mages without losing anyone. Even more people died inside the tombs where the bosses usually resided.

There was also the fact that nearly all of the best guilds in all the servers were gathered in Sainthelm Ruins. Rival guilds within the same server would love nothing more but to bash each other’s faces in, much less rival guilds between different servers. After we exited the snowy valley, I learned that both Warsky Alliance and Candle Dragon had fought against a couple of Northern Alliance guilds to the west side of the ruins.

……

"We’re almost there…"

The snowfall lessened, and the stifling stench...