The night was dark, with the wind howling and the shadows of trees stretching long. Another blood-soaked night of killing was about to begin.
"You have arrived at the Graveyard."
"Hazel's parents are being attacked! Please hurry and provide reinforcements!"
"Recommended: 60-player raid scale!"
The notification sounded, and Orson stood on top of a dog-headed mount, gazing into the distance. Magic energy ripples could be felt miles away.
Drunken Dream: "Should we wait for them? Crazy Handsome is private messaging me, asking where we are."
Orson scoffed and said, "Why wait for them? They'll just come over to get a piece of the loot from us again."
Drunken Dream, still being held in the claw of the mount, awkwardly stuck his head out and forced a smile. "That may be true, but completing such a high-difficulty task might require some cooperation. Using each other might be the best option."