Wind Canyon.

Snowflakes that looked like goose feathers fell on top of a cold, icy armor. Inside the canyon, droves of players were looking to the front with deep worry in their eyes. Their weapons were unsheathed and shivering a little in the wind, but no one was making a move just yet.

Almost a million players were gathered at the valley entrance facing toward Dawn City. They were the players of Thunder, Wings of Awakening and Silver Soul.

A magic knight carrying a bloody spear galloped to the front of the army before jumping up a small hill. He then raised his weapon and said loudly, "Everyone, if you’d allow me to speak, I am the guild leader of Thunder, Thunderbolt!"

The crowd quieted just a little.

Thunderbolt continued. "We have all been invaded and harassed by the enemy at Vanished God City and Wind City, and we suffered a lot of losses because of it. However, the super guilds such as Candle Dragon, Warsky Alliance, Ancient Sword and Snowy Cathaya have taken out at least 70% of the enemy, and all there’s left for us are scraps! Even if we invade Dawn Valley and retake Dawn City now, how will the world see us? They will criticize us and call us a bunch of cowards who only fight the easy fights!"

Thunderbolt swallowed once before continuing his impassioned speech, "A real man...