บท 309: New Trump Card

Inside the Bastion, near the entrance to the tree palace, Violette and Phoenix were locked in a fierce fight against the mercenary guild under Blue Peacock. Phoenix's Royal Protection was close to over, and she knew this would be bad.

The exhaustion status that came at the end of it would be terrible if the enemies weren't all dead. She had taken out almost half of them, but the other thirty players were quite tenacious.

Although, in their case, elusive would be the best term to use. Even with her elevated stats, Phoenix couldn't land as many clean hits as she wanted.

She had foregone melee after two minutes, having tested her new capabilities enough. But even while kitting them as a mage, the players seemed to always be a step ahead of her.

It was easy to tell they had a lot of combat experience, be it in a game or out of it. But this annoyed Phoenix.