In the main control room of the Golden Age Company, the atmosphere was buzzing with activity. Monitors displayed multiple in-ga feeds, and staff moved briskly.
Marco, the CEO, sat with his legs crossed, observing with a calm deanor.
"Tell ," he said. "Are we ready to take action yet?"
His assistant, standing close by, responded promptly. "According to the AI's predictions, the monuntal event is likely to occur within the next one or two weeks."
Marco nodded. "Alright, then I want you to roll out an experience point boost event near the capital. Make it happen across multiple zones simultaneously, so it doesn't raise too much suspicion."
"Understood, sir."
Marco rose from his seat, his expression contemplative.
"The Battle of Dissidia..." he murmured softly.
"This is the major event predicted by the AI. A monuntal mont that will reshape the South Continent forever."
He turned his gaze back to the screens.
"I want to see just how much influence the players can exert to change the ultimate outco of such a critical event."
The internet quickly lit up with reactions as news spread about the experience boost near several capitals across different continents.
[cj__savage]: "I'm sure this has sothing to do with the potential war brewing in Dissidia."
[Alex_Dorrough]: "I think it's still too early to say that."
[DaoistT3Lqby]: "I believe it. The Shadow Wolves, Horder of Hell, and even Vensalor are already near the capital of the Dissidia Kingdom."
[adwinhuey]: "Horder of Hell? Seriously? Is this going to be another big war like the one we had in Deadbay?"
[AtayoToya]: "Damn, that was a nightmare. I don't want to get dragged into a war like that again. I died and lost so much that ti."
[RawrImLlama]: "If you're scared of war, why are you even playing this ga, idiot?"
***
As Broken toiled in his workshop, he carefully shaped a commissioned piece for one of his guild mbers. The sound of his hamring was suddenly interrupted by a frantic knock on the door.
Yara burst into the room.
"My Lord, forgive the intrusion. But, our town is about to co under attack," she said. What?
Broken imdiately set his tools aside. Without hesitation, he followed Yara out of the workshop. As they stepped into the open air, Igor, his knight commander, was already waiting, his expression grim.
"My Lord," Igor began urgently, "I bring dire news. It seems our suspicions were correct. The Forest Elves are preparing to attack. And there are three of them."
"Very well. Thank you for your report, Igor," Broken said.
Without wasting another mont, he called for Polly. Broken swiftly climbed onto her back.
"lliandra," Broken said through the guild chat, "please make sure no one overhears what the Forest Elves are going to discuss with ."
"Broken, when have I ever taken orders from you?" lliandra replied.
"I'm not giving you orders," Broken responded. "I'm just asking for your help."
lliandra sighed before replying. "Fine. I'll take care of it. I'll kill anyone who tries to get close."
"Thank you."
Elincia chid in. "Broken, are you sure you want to et the Forest Elves alone?"
"Yes. Give so ti. I need to talk to them."
Broken cautiously stepped through the town's gate, his eyes scanning the horizon. In the distance, he spotted three figures standing still. As he drew closer, their pointed ears and slender fras confird their identity-they were Forest Elves.
At the forefront stood Iveth, an Elf commander at level 247. The elf woman, with her short silver hair, wore heavy silver armor adorned with a striking red cape that billowed behind her. Her presence alone was intimidating.
Behind her stood two others, slightly less imposing but no less formidable-a level 218 woman and a level 224 man.
This was no ordinary group; this was a gathering of elite warriors.
"So, what's their level, Broken?" Goldrich asked through the Guild Chat.
"247, 218, and 224," Broken replied.
Just the numbers alone painted a grim picture-it would take imnse power and
coordination to defeat opponents of this caliber.
"That's a level we can handle," Jovina declared. "We'll just wage war with them and kill them imdiately."
Broken said. "This isn't the ti for rash decisions. Let talk to them first."
The tension hung thick in the air as he advanced toward the Elves.
Freya responded firmly. "We can't afford to act impulsively. The threat they pose is far greater than you seem to grasp. Their forces outnumber and outmatch even the Moonlight Fae. If we launch an uncalculated attack, we may not have the strength to recover if they retaliate in full
force."
Broken moved closer to the elven woman.
"Welco to our city," he greeted her.
Iveth's lips twisted into a sly smirk. "Well, well. It seems you've managed to slip out of our grasp and make your way here after all."
"We may have neglected to say a proper goodbye when we left your village, but that doesn't make us fugitives or prisoners running from you."
Iveth chuckled softly. "Oh, Broken. Do you really think you can leave our village so easily, without facing the consequences?"
Broken squared his shoulders. "Then I suppose we have so misunderstandings to clear
up."
"You took Lady Aerin away," Iveth said. "That is your greatest cri."
"Cri?" Broken replied. "I don't see it that way. Aerin wanted to return to her ho. How is
that wrong?"
Iveth's eyes narrowed. "Her ho is in our village," she declared. "She's a Forest Elf, one of
us.
S."
Broken tilted his head slightly. "Perhaps you should reconsider how you phrase things, because it seems Aerin doesn't share your perspective."
Iveth's expression darkened "Once I've torn this town to the ground, I think you'll finally understand what I an."
Broken gave a faint smile at the threat.
While the Slumdon Town currently only had a handful of mbers from the Vensalor Guild
present, he still had enough forces to mount a solid defense. Fang, Pawpaw, Blackthorn, and
Ivana were all here, ready to act if needed.
However, if this situation were to escalate into sothing much larger, it was clear the
outco might not be favorable.
These Forest Elves seed to hold humans in such contempt, arriving with only three individuals yet carrying arrogance as vast as the skies.
A threat? So be it.
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