The three groups left the Phoenix guild headquarters and headed for their respective targets. They moved swiftly and stealthily, avoiding any unnecessary attention or confrontation. They knew they had to strike fast and hard, before the Griffin Guild could react.
Group 1 reached the city base, a gleaming glass tower that pierced the sky. It had 13 floors.
"Stop. You can't enter," the bodyguards said, blocking their way. But they felt a surge of pain and horror as Ethan's sword slashed through their flesh, leaving a crimson streak behind him.
"Get out of my way," he said, pushing past them and entering the building.
“Welcome to Griffin…!” the receptionist gasped, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of his blood-stained sword. A wave of panic swept through the hall, as the employees froze in their seats, staring at the intruders with horror.
"Finish them." Ethan's voice was icy as he gave his group the order.
Group 1 members exchanged uneasy glances before following Ethan's command. They unleashed their weapons and skills on the terrified staff, showing no mercy or remorse.
They reached the first floor and saw many players charging at them, ready to fight back.
"Blood claw," Ethan activated his skill, halting their movements with a surge of crimson energy.
"Keep going," he ordered, as Emily rained down her arrows on the enemies and the other members also engaged in battle with them.
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Meanwhile, Group 2 had reached the tranquil countryside base, surrounded by a dozen peaceful farmhouses, encircling the central main base.
"Did you learn anything from being on the young master’s team?" Trevor asked Mike.
"Yeah, I feel I should have more confidence in my abilities," Mike responded.
"What about your teammates?"
"They're good. Leo's a bit clueless, Mia enjoys teasing him, but they work well together. Dagger might seem rude, but he's also incredibly helpful. Our vice-leader is our motivator and the best strategist, and the young master is also very strong. "
"Okay. I got it. You've grown fond of them," Trevor interjected, concluding their conversation as a few teammates approached.
"Sir, we've scanned the area," they reported.
"What did you find?" Trevor inquired.
"Traps everywhere, sir. The main house sits at the center of the farm."
"Let's proceed."
As they cautiously advanced toward the farm's center, Trevor noticed the unnerving quiet and sensed a few lurking presences.
"Aisel, take care of them," He commanded.
Aisel, team leader of Team Gamma, with brown hair and piercing green eyes, deftly wielded his daggers, swiftly advancing toward a nearby house while evading traps.
Seven snipers, strategically positioned on rooftops, had their sights set on him, unaware of their impending struggle against one of their most elusive foes.
The first gunshot shattered the silence, triggering Aisel's lightning reflexes. He darted behind a crumbling wall, narrowly avoiding the bullet. Reacting swiftly, he deployed a smoke screen, enveloping the area in disorienting haze.
Disoriented by the smoke, the snipers struggled to recalibrate. Aisel capitalized on this, maneuvering between cover, confounding their efforts to track him.
Scaling a building, he stealthily approached the nearest sniper perch, catching the first assailant off guard. A precise strike rendered the sniper incapacitated, silencing them instantly.
The second sniper swung around to confront Aisel, who disarmed them with a swift, calculated move, rendering their weapon useless. Another precise strike immobilized the second sniper, helpless against Aisel's skill.
The remaining five snipers adjusted their positions for a better shot. Aisel, relentless and elusive, evaded their attempts, systematically neutralizing each one.
As the echoes of the takedown faded, a tense silence gripped the battleground. Aisel stood among subdued adversaries, showcasing a level of expertise that seemed almost supernatural.
Mike observed in awe and respect.
"Impressive, right?" a feminine voice chimed in. Mike turned to see Gwen, the leader of Team Delta.
"Yes," Mike replied timidly.
He glanced back at Aisel, who was scanning the surroundings for any lingering threats.
"Hey, quick question. Who do you think would win in a fight between Aisel and the young master?" Gwen asked out of curiosity.
"Of course, it would be young master." Mike stated confidently.
"Why do you think that?" Gwen inquired, surprised by his assurance.
"Because he is beyond common understanding," Mike explained.
Before Gwen could delve deeper into Mike's explanation, Trevor ordered them to move forward, and they resumed their advance, while Aisel maneuvered over the houses.