[Side Story]
[Ragnar, Suri, Nikolai]
Ragnar's voice dropped to a whisper as he said to Suri, "We've got company, and it's not just any company. It's the Black Lion guild led by Invayne."
Suri nodded, her eyes fixed on the approaching guild mbers. "They're not here for a friendly chat, that's for sure."
The tension in the room was palpable as the two groups – Ragnar's team and the Black Lion guild – stood facing each other, neither side willing to make the first move.
It was a standoff, and the outco hung in the balance, ready to tip in favor of the one who dared to act first.
"Wow, aren't you a stalker?" Suri quipped, her laughter cutting through the tension in the room. "You must be really insecure to follow around like this. Afraid I might snatch Scar from you, just as you did to ?"
The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, eager for the unfolding drama.
Invayne rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh, co on now. Don't flatter yourself. It's not all about you, you know. We're here to clear the dungeon."
Suri raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her expression. "Is that so? With a hundred mbers and the dungeon already cleared on all levels? Who are you fooling?"
Invayne laughed, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, of course. We're also here to make sure to eliminate you while we're at it."
The hall echoed with the rhythmic clanking of weapons and armor as the mbers of Black Lion readied for the massacre. Their sheer numbers and imposing equipnt sent an undeniable ssage of power.
Rather than being intimidated, Suri couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Seriously? A hundred against three? You're really flattering now."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Invayne's lips. "I won't make the sa mistakes others did. I intend to eliminate you this ti for sure."
Suri t Invayne's gaze head-on. "You're making the sa mistake as those who ca before you. So, while I'm still asking nicely, why don't you scram the fuck off?"
Invayne's eyes narrowed, and she scoffed. "We'll see about that."
Invayne then stepped forward, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. She raised a hand, signaling for silence, and the hall gradually fell quiet.
"Listen up," Invayne addressed the other players, her voice dripping with authority. "We're here to clear this dungeon, and we're offering an enticing proposition to those who want to join us."
A murmur of curiosity and interest buzzed through the onlookers, their focus firmly fixed on Invayne.
"We're offering substantial rewards, and any of their bounties and weapons are yours if they die. Don't be afraid. There are a hundred of us and only three of them."
The offer on the table was indeed enticing, and the other players began to murmur amongst themselves, weighing the pros and cons, the risks, and the potential rewards.
Their decision was swift, as one group after another chose to stand and join the ranks of Black Lion. The allure of the offer, with its promised rewards and bounties on World Conqueror's heads, proved too tempting to resist.
Ragnar exchanged a quick glance with Suri. "I think you've really gotten under her skin."
Suri simply chuckled. "I told you we should have taken care of these players earlier."
Stepping forward, Suri then addressed the remaining players, her voice firm. "Listen up. Those who choose to stand down and not interfere in this fight will be rewarded with their life. So chose your decision wisely."
The others exchanged glances, staring at Suri weirdly before they equipped their weapons, a significant portion of them aligning even more firmly with Black Lion.
Ragnar shook his head, his expression resigned. "You've managed to make them even angrier."
Suri shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I did that on purpose."
"Sis, are you trying to be Ren?" Nikolai asked with a laughed.
"I don't know. That man could really rubbed on you."
A heavy silence descended in the air, a silence pregnant with tension, as both sides faced each other down. It was a standoff that could erupt into violence at any mont.
Then, Invayne's voice shattered the silence.
"Kill them!"
With a swift command, she teleported to a safe distance at the back line, her eyes fixed on Suri.
The tension in the room escalated, and weapons were raised, poised for combat.
Nikolai, who had been observing the situation with a wry smile, shook his head. "Sis, you really done it this ti."
Suri t his gaze and grinned mischievously. "Relax. I got this."
"We can't take on hundreds of players at once," Ragnar said, though his voice was calm.
Suri nodded in agreent. "That's why Ren gave us these items for situations like this."
Black Lion was prepared to charge forward, their weapons gleaming nacingly. But before they could make their move, Suri acted swiftly.
With a deft movent, she retrieved the item that Ren had given them specifically for situations like this and activated it.
The item was no ordinary trinket; it was a legendary-grade artifact, powerful enough to turn the tide of even the direst battles.
It was none other than the [Yggdrasil Seed], a rare and mystical item that quickly grew into the mighty Yggdrasil tree.
Ren had received the item as a reward from the Queen of Elves herself, a token of gratitude for successfully protecting the elven and fey realm and safely returning her daughter.
The mont the seed made contact with the earth, a wave of magic rippled outwards from the point of impact. The ground trembled, as if responding to the seed's presence. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow as the transformation began.
In a blink, slender roots erged from the seed's base, reaching out and embedding themselves into the ground. These roots, adorned with intricate patterns and a faint luminescence, spread outwards like veins of life itself.
Silvery sapling began to sprout from the seed. It grew rapidly, its delicate branches extending upwards towards the ceiling. Leaves, vibrant and lush, unfurled from the branches, their edges edged with a gentle glow.
The players were stunned at the sudden scene, and they paused to take a look at the srizing tree without even knowing it.
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