The rear of Mad Dragon’s formation dissolved into disarray as the players from Candle Dragon charged in. Shit was about to hit the fan!

……

Boom!

As an explosion ripped through the air, two magic knights from the Mad Dragon guild toppled to the ground. Cracks had appeared on their shields and they had lost most of their health in that hit.

Roaming Dragon’s face went ashen as he roared, "Who? Who was it?"

The crowd parted as a warrior dressed in blood-red armor appeared behind Mad Dragon’s formation. He was holding a sharp sword shining with a brilliant light and a fierce war tiger walked by his side. His expression was severe and his gaze was imperious and he wore the faintest of smiles on his face. As his eyes idly swept across the players from Mad Dragon, it seemed as if he was looking at a bunch of dead men walking.

"Fucking hell! Candle… Candlelight Shadow! How’d he get here so fast?!" Roaming Dragon was shocked by Candlelight Shadow’s appearance and it was clear that he was greatly flustered. "What do we do? What do we do?"

Iron Pardon brandished his broadsword, his expression dark and solemn. He stood in front of Roaming Dragon and said, "Guild leader, lead everyone else out of here! We’ll hold them off!"

"Be careful!"

Roaming Dragon urged his mount forward as he cut through the side and led a group of surviving Mad Dragon players across the snowy...